The battlefield

I am in the battlefield
Conspiring against myself
I bleed the words
I destroy the thoughts
The thoughts destroy the feelings
I become numb
I win the battle.

Despite the win
I am in the dungeon
A prisoner inside myself
Locked by my brains.

I gather myself to take a walk
Outside the walls of my kingdom
With a bottle of beer
And some sleeping pills
I take a tour to an unknown world
In search of peace and death.