They tell me
that I'm just a weak survivor
Not strong enough
to give life for my cause
This hunger
in my belly's my reminder
I'm still fighting
and I'm dying in this war
These pills
are my chosen form of AWOL
Can't choose sides -
contrive a basis to withdraw
I know
I can't desert and bring dishonor
to my team -
loyal soldiers in this fight
Though the other side
seems sometimes so inviting
They seduce me
with promises of light
But these scars
are my livid, raw reminders
that the enemy
beguiles me with his lies.
These scars
are my blazing, grave reminders
of the agony
that giving in can cause.