The Great War I fought on.

Sharp knives through my heart

Blinded eyes

Tears black

Hands that suffocate me .

Yet my voice persists

Deafening the source of all the screaming nightmares.

My thoughts like blinding lights

Stunning the visions

Putting them to sleep.

Suffocating vanity

Running deep.

While the hammer in my hand

Shuttering the false reality.

Feeling weak

Infront of the eternal chaos.

Flaming sword, my pain

Turning thoughts into matter

Shaping dreams into a real nightmare.

How I wish for cleansing rain

For this world I wonder why I do still care.

Sharp knives through my heart, blinded eyes that cry,

Tears black as night, hands that suffocate me, oh my!

And yet, my voice persists, deafening the source,

Of all the screaming nightmares that pierce my soul.

My thoughts, like blinding lights, stun and astound,

A cacophony of chaos, drowning me in sound.

The darkness closes in, a suffocating shroud,

But still, my voice rings out, loud and proud.

The knives they cut deep, a never-ending pain,

But I will not be silenced, my spirit will remain.

The tears they fall like rain, a never-ending stream,

But I will rise above, my heart unbroken and serene.

The hands they choke and strangle, a deadly embrace,

But I will break free, my spirit untamed and wild, full of grace.

The nightmares they haunt, a never-ending plight,

But I will face them down, with all my might.

So let the knives pierce, let the tears fall,

Let the hands suffocate, let the nightmares haunt,

For I will rise above, my voice will not be still,

I will persist, my spirit unbroken and free.

Sharp knives through my heart,

Tears black as the night,

And yet my voice, deafening the source

Of all the screaming nightmares that I endure

My thoughts like blinding lights, stun and confuse

The echoes of pain, that forever cruise

Through the halls of my mind, they never cease

The agony that I can't release.

The hands that hurt me, they never let go

Their grip so tight, it's hard to know

If I'll ever break free, if I'll ever be me

More than just a slave to this misery

But still I scream, and still I fight

My voice a weapon, to end this plight.

For I know one day, I'll find my strength

Silence the demons, with my might

My heart will heal, my eyes will see

And the hands that hurt me, they'll be free!

I'll rise above, I'll break the chains

And find my peace, and end these pains.

Sharp knives, 

a heavy burden weighs

Teary eyes,

as night's darkest shade

Hands of shades, 

a grip that drains 

all grace

And yet, my voice persists,

My soul insists.

Deafening the source of all the screaming nightmares

My thoughts like spears from heaven, 

a piercing gaze

Stunning the pain, a moment's reprieve

A fleeting solace, a glimmer of days.

The knives may cut, the darkness may blind

But my soul, it rises, a beacon in my mind.

A cry of hope, a call to the light

A will to survive, a fight.

After the neverending night

I survived

Forever.