i fear that one day my mind will win.

that after all this time,

i will finally succumb to my own madness;

that the possibility of the fight

never being a real battle,

but a part of a master plan

to tire me out.

i fear my end is near —

that my brain will finally be

conquered by demons much

more horrific than

i have ever known.

i sense they are coming...

it should not be much longer

now before the thorns pierce

my flesh and leave me to bleed

out amongst my fallen petals.

for if this is the last thing

my sane mind writes...

know that i put up a good

fight but the war is over now

and i must rest.