the conquerer

anxiety from the thought of the next battle fear of losing more then just the fight someone's caved in clawing to see the light confused between beads of sweat on the face and tears running the grimaced cheek constant bombs dropped and backfires of feelings the soldier fighting this war are wounded crying for assistance why are we even fighting we may never know the true answer to the million dollar question obsession, greed, power, or just the unwillingness to back down but we fight for our side and what we believe in at the end achieving nothing but the death of feelings, friendships, and the small level of understanding but I fear the loss of none of the above three things that motivate you to wake up in the morning I smell your weakness, I taste your fear the libra scale has tilted towards my advantage so tonight, we prepare to battle through fear. hear the sound of the drum. bum buda bum bum the opponent blinded while my victory has begun vini vidi vici