Are you here? why, who, where, when? Oh god, I am talking to myself once more.  
Shadows of my mind stalk me like a vulture their cries circling and echoing in my mind.
I once led men in battle, and in peace, now I battle myself and can find no peace.
My nightmarish visions haunt me like a fever, their screams, their faces, their dead.  

For our country, for our people, for valour, honour, for the greater good a list of what I sold my sanity for
Was the price to high?  Or was it higher for those who paid in blood?  Was it my fault?  
Is this punishment with no chance of redemption?  I may be mad but this war is true madness.   
I must sleep...so tired, but they cry, endless, eternal, but, I must sleep...

I'm on my own once more, I here my breathing, I see through the window a peaceful green that merges with the clear blue
I watch as the flocks fly unhindered by our war, the blue blossom's blooming in our ruins, the sun rising amidst the dogfights
The moon falling amidst the flak fire, the winds and rain the tools of nature's repair, the plants and animals nature's agents.
Some men fight for their god, others for king and country, others for land, money and survival, but none fight for what’s right.  

Every thing I say and do I must question in the fight against the mad brother of my mind for right of my will.
Everything I see, hear, smell and taste I must question if my brother does deceive me or my enemies approach.
I grow so, so tired yet still can find no refuge in sleep, nor life or death as these spirits of lost dam me from within.  
Curse them, dam and blast them, let them hunt me for I will not falter; I was right, right I say!

My room is like a tornado's aftermath, my sadness changing to madness from the endless turmoil
back to the endless rage that only the books and ornaments do experience.
My eternal enemy is untouchable yet still he spite's me, my enemy is me, untouchable.
Are you still here? Why, who, where, when? Oh god, I am talking to myself once more.