Dichotomy

You Will Not Win!

Breathing, slowly, very little time.

His voice echoes throughout my empty mind,

Filling this hollowed shell with such anger, and hate.

Tear flow inside, and feed the parasite.

The feeling comes for only a moment, and then vanishes.

He tries to rid me of my peace. But I can feel the battle has only begun.

Who will be in charge of this maimed ship?

Fill the role of a burdened, tired captain.

He will not win! He cannot not win!

Call me crazy and you shall be the institution, but he remains the cause.

Breathing, heavily, he’s winning.