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Why do I spend my strength,

In combat with myself?

I trip myself and wage a war,

I'm an angry vicious elf.

I fight two wars, sell myself out,

I watch the enemy overcome me.

I'm my own traitor, I'm my Judas,

I grasp my neck and watch death become me.

No need to sneak, I know my ways,

In broad day light, I attack,

A frontal assault, no need to disguise,

Take me to the ground, knife in my back.

A cancer, a virus, a rival within,

My hammer comes down, I'm buried again,

I knock me off guard with a punch and a kick,

Can't fight myself off, I fell for this trick.

Semi-automatic, I know that I've had it,

Point blank to my head, I paint the walls red.

No victory dance as I start to rejoice,

Celebration song drowned by a terrible noise.

My screams and my cheers won't reach to my ears,

Realise what I've done, but there's no turning back,

The room and my life fade away, fade to black.

        -Lo Ruhamah