As the war wages on

my soul slumbers,

But I'm mindful of the struggle.

Good fights for its position

and evil stands its ground.

My mind question their motives.

Where shall I stand?

Do I command this battle,

Or I'm I the prize?

Confusion produces bloody sweat 

and I'm soaked with it.

No position is left open.

Weapons are drawn and ready.

Pain is inevitable.

I silently choose a side,

as the opposing attacks.

Scars and bruises become lessons.

Last man standing claims the victory.

So slowly I stand, alone.