I

I fight, but show no bruises.
I cut, but show no wounds.
Every fight, my will, it loses
Every time, it I become bound

There is no chance of escaping
No where to run
When it eats, I'm left gaping
And freed by a gun

There is no one to capture
No one to trie
Because the being, from my soul, rupture
And it burns my like a fire

This is no monster
Nor demon, nor beast
But has eaten my being faster
Than at a thanksgiving feast

I'm left with only scars
Invisible to all
But I'm left from it's mars
And my time begins to call

Screams in silence
Deafness in peace
Visions of brutal violence
Befall me when I sleep

This demon isn't stopped
But remains unsupported
But until I am rotted
I will only become morbid

My body is left
Now that my soul is eaten
But lest forget the theft
Of the down trotted, and beaten

For I'm not only
But I am suffering as one
Just love me fully
And the battle will be won

This isnt for pleasure
Nor sport nor fun
But this requires a higher measure
Of blade or of gun

But tonight, it shall win
And I will be forced to slumber
As the night ends, the morning begins
And the monster has my number

So let it rain it's filth
All over my pride
And destroy my will
To no longer hide

This cycle has been done
A monotonous right
But again, it won
As I fall to the night