Seeking the assistance from these systems.
Deliverance from my bleeding feelings.
Vengeance beating my chest, hearing drums.
Songs sung by passion shooting up guns.
Triggered by thoughts passing me by in dissaray.
Breaking waves as they sway through days, skies turning grey.
Never closing my eyes to whispering darkness.
Silent light made aware past senses.
Find me here before wicked intentions take over.
Fighting my reflection while remaining sober.
The war in me.