Theatre of War

I know you see me
My shadows are carved
Depression easily took me
I talked but my troubles never halved

I know I’m a sorry sight
It came so unmistakeably
And filled my mind once more with death
Happened all at once and yet exploded comfortably

My mind is a battlefield
Where neither good nor death thrive
A world so full of sorrow
Mourning, blood and knives

I used to see you and smile to myself
I used to think I stood a chance
It was after I met you it all went wrong
As my mourning mind sought romance

You could have set me right
But you lit a match, set me alight
I felt the bombs fall uncontrolled
Hid in an avalanche, drenched in the cold

But it was an escape, my sanctuary
But in reality I had left my real identity
Not one person could dive through my depths
I hollowed my world in more cigarettes

I wanted a release but took a bullet to my head
I was a needle come loose from its thread
I knew of the danger but life scared me s**tless
Death intrigued me in my own addictedness