Template Of War

How can I fight others if my war is inside? If my scars mar my judgment? How can I tell them to kill me if I have no mouth? I am a template of war. Bang, bang, bang Codes my head against the surface They can't fathom the rhythm. I am a template of war. Eyes, blind and shut Facilitated breathing I can't hear their last requests Always conscious, sober Begging to sleep Undeciphered dreams overcome And I can't even die. I am a template of war.