Ouroboros

I am a warrior, and also my own
foe.

My mind taunts me, darkness shrouds my judgement.

Everyday i walk onto the battlefield, wearing my heavy armor, constructed of self-loath & confusion.

I dread the day my axe is too blunt to cleave my imaginary enemy.

No productive action will prevail my self-destruction

I see visions of my own death, hanging by a noose, strapped to a dead tree.

I am envious by the mind of the Alchemist

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