The War of Living

I jump into a fight,
my soul’s stabbed by knife.
I feel dark shadows crowd.
They try to pull me down.

The white flag’s flapping above my head
as I want to have forever rest.
No dream, no hope, no one around,
I wake in grave under the ground.

Either it’s fight or flight,
the sun pours me no light.
I sail to farthest far,
but where is my north star.

Covered with blood, I trip on the land,
shriek by shards of dream on the sand.
A victory, I could never see.
The greatest enemy is unknown me.

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