There is a battle.

There is a battle inside my head.

There is a land, cover of bones and ashes,

they paint everything in white and grey from east to west

and rivers of tears and lakes of blood, cover all in the valleys.

There is a mountain with fire and ice.

There are dragons who want to eat it all.

And warriors who fight in a eternal war.
Knight who try to kill the demons,
but they are burned by the flames of a thousand winged hell.

There, in the black sky, an angel fly

and the demons around him shine with a dark light.

The deads fight with the mortals,
in the land of the war, the souls rise to the heaven or fall in to the hell,
and my fears try to keep me on the floor.

Broken.
A thousand of pieces of me are in the dirty floor.
I'm trying to get up, trying to keep me strong.
My deep universe, crash with the walls of the infinite.
The dark bottom of the nothing follow my steps.
The monsters of the night come to torture me,
and a several times, they win in the fight.

I'm tired.

I don't want to fight anymore.
I want to keep dreaming that the stars take me to their worlds,
and the lands beyond, in the limit of understanding galaxies,
I want to stay in bed, watching and listening.
Trying to dissolve my body into the nothing
and take part into the universe,
and transform me in a comet.

But that is just a dream, because the war is never end.
The guns and the bombs exploded in my mind,
and the granates make me bleeding inside.

There is a battle in my mind,
demons and angels forever will fight,
for save me or lose me.

There is a battle from the inside,
and the war on my madness,
maybe never have an end,
and if something I know
is that they never will leave me forget.

There is a battle,
a battle in my head.