The Endless Fight

3am and it’s hard to sleep,
His thoughts they always seem to keep,
Him awake….at night.
Wide awake…with fright.

He’s haunted by the dreams that aren’t,
The mental pictures, and works of art,
Images so dark…they’re raw,
The anger makes him clench…his jaw.

He’s tired of the way he feels,
Wondering how, this heartache heals,
He always tried to prove to her,
Through endless pain that he’d endure.
Nothing seemed to be so right,
Exit to an endless fight.

Driven to endless thoughts of suicide,
He’s really only seeking homicide,
On his heart…and pain,
That loss would be … his gain,

She’s had him at her beckon call,
He’ll feel enough his guard will fall,
She’ll say you’re mine…to play
But only … when it’s not today.

He’s tired of the way he feels,
Wondering how, this heartache heals,
He always tried to prove to her,
Through endless pain that he’d endure.
Nothing seemed to be so right,
Exit to an endless fight.

The emptiness of sincere regret,
The truths he never seemed to let, (be told)
A new start…he needs,
His soul…it bleeds.

Finally his will completely breaks,
Understanding what it really takes,
To be the man he’s supposed to,
To be the man he’s supposed to…

He’s in charge of the way he feels,
Wonders how, his heartache healed,
He doesn’t try to prove to her,
His autonomy was an instant cure.
Nothing seemed to be more right,
He’ll take a leave from the endless fight.