Free-Doom

Fighting my inner demons,
arguing over breathing of someones.
Sorting the fights of others,
mind is flying around like feathers.

Tear drops and sinks in the pillow,
wondering till when will this follow.
Forever says the mind mine,
hearts kind and says it will soon be fine.

Tossing and turning all night,
fearing when is the next big fight,
finding a match stick to light,
hunting the way out, but i trip on dynamite.

Hearing the acids till the ear bleeds,
brains full but still it feeds,
planting trees with fear as seeds,
changing the life, choices, and its deeds.

Born into a match ring as referee,
not taking sides as fighters are Bruce Lee,
will live for others like last standing old tree,
waiting for the time till my heart stops and i shall forever be free!