The war

I'm running
running
running far
from the crazy ass boy coming from the bar
I'm running from everything that you've made me
I'm shying away
from all that you are

running from the devil claiming he is me
from the possibility of what I may be
wishing to be rid of this hellish limbo
get me out
get me free

in the middle of this forest fire I am lost
with the ice
burning hot
cutting and boiling me in this frost
get me out
at any cost

edging toward Oblivion's door
pulling me from within my core
I could give in to you
or
be back to where I was before

you grab my ankle I cry out
I kick your shin and out you shout
fighting you has become a chore
this is hell
THIS IS WAR.