Infinious

When darkness prevails and desolation  ineffable,
All hope ceases to exist, and euphoria seems a distant dream.
Soul is torn asunder, and agony becomes laudable,
And the voice inside turns to a pandemonic scream.

The mind numbing toils, that germinates me insane,
As I discover, the hardships of the clamouring silence,
Menace of the Gods, and the verisitic feign,
Engulfed by rage, and the dead resilience.


I yearn for comfort, and I breathe to fight further.
And I stand there unbowed, waiting for the pain to subside.
The lust to quit, and the decisions that makes me mightier.
I am a warrior of a battle fought and lost inside.