A Battle In The Mind

[PART I]

I live in a town, behold
in a hut made of grass
The grass is made of gold
Gold embedded in glass

No goon, loafer or tramps
Dwell in the moonlit town
It is the of town of lamps
Where light never goes down

The goons I hear have planned
an attack on the bright town
The generals once banned
Wish to usurp the crown

Generals Agony, Anger, Despair
Flanked by Fatigue and Disgust
No lights could ever repair
The dusk and all the rust

[PART II]

Five evil generals are rivals
To one calm town: my brain
They’ve begun with deprivals
Raining arrows of pain

Disgust is the first to arrive
Lifting brows to the forehead
Into the head a dive
The brain is already morbid

Anger begins to scale the wall
But the obese creature breaks
To pieces: thud, the walls fall
The whole town violently shakes

Agony arrives, un-awaited
Hammering nails in my temple
The back of head is fated
To crumple and tremble

Fatigue is the last one to devour
Like a hyena: devours leftovers
The brain drained of all its power
Whispers: it is all over

[PART III]

My head hurts like cacti sting
My eyes have turned nearly blind
The evil usurp crown of the king
While I have lost my mind

Concoctions of miseries embrace
Committing uncountable crimes
Amidst cacophonies of disgrace
I hear no rhythms or rhymes

They’re looting lights of the town
My valued nerves, goons have clutch
God may only save me from drown
Or the Messiah’s healing touch

O generals, I wish to admit defeat
Keep everything, but take away pain
With red eyes, look how I retreat
Save me from my own brain