All geared up for the combat, I'm in my war boots already
even if I'm the triumphant in this war that ensues, what's the remedy for this tragedy
that I've imposed upon myself like force feeding a pill
down my throat just to get rid of this ill will
that I often encounter in my thoughts still
dark enough to send shivers down anyone's spine in broad daylight
testing my resolve like playing a pillow fight
with the ghost of my own past at sharp midnight trying to...