INSOMNIA

In the bloody aftermath, of a battle fought to the death.
None shall find redemption; none shall see rest.
Serenity has been forgotten, as a time honored tradition.
Only chaos remains, for foot soliders of repitition.
My mind has bore witness, to 666 thousand different fights.
Numbing sensations in my spine, on 666 thousand different nights.
Illness dripping into pooling blood, severity rising as it bleeds.
Anihilation will come of this war, peace only achieved through sleep.