During battle, rest has become my enemy all of the thoughts that I’ve suppressed emerges all of the doubts and all of the uncertainties that I pushed back Rage, anger, madness, Love… all clashes together Questions proposed without answers Answers appear that I don’t want to accept Thoughts turn into chaos and disorder and spontaneously exploring evilness attacking everything that I Love like I have no internal filter and I want to do things that I cannot do Go places I cannot go have things I cannot have yet and I want to rest when war continues on I want the night to be over and the day to be won and I have to deal with thoughts be up instead of slumber make choices and decisions I wished were on pause would just disappear but the night is not over and the day has yet to come