At War with Myself pt. 1

At war with myself, its ironic cuz i'd rather be at war with anyone else but me, because my opponent knows my every move, an ally turned advesary, who's capable of leaving me doomed, taking advantage of every weekness that i posses, knowing every secret that i never confessed, he feeds off of my regrets complicated by my addiction to flesh, Im smoking and drinking again, no longer at my best, just my worse, wishing I could put that side of me in the dirt, so many demons to conquer, dont know if i can take it much longer, too exhausted to even cry from this battle within, it probably would be easier for me to let the good in me die, and embrace that bad side thats trys so desperately to survive, there he go again playing tricks with my mind, but i refuse to just lay down and die, I'll fight and try and until theres no more left, forever at war with myself....