Is It Reality? Or Is It Mentality?

Whispers in the shadows, a haunting melody,

Torn between the echoes and what’s left of me.

I hear the screams of soldiers, the clash of steel,

But in my mind it’s a tempest - does anyone feel?

I wander through the ruins, in a world made of dust,

Each step tells a story, but who can I trust?

Picking at the fragments, my heart’s fallen grave,

Thoughts like shattered mirrors, each cut, a new wave.

Every night’s a battle, in a war of my own,

The lines between the living and the phantoms I've known.

Shadows twist and stretch, they laugh and they cry,

In a theater of madness, I’m the lone alibi.

Destruction calls my name, can you hear my plea?

In this mind of chaos, it’s haunting me.

Reality slipping further, the voices arise,

In the silence of the night, I’m lost in disguise.

Yet, oh, in corners of the dark, a flicker of light,

A whisper comes softly, “You’re still in this fight.”

I close my eyes and breathe, through the wreckage and pain,

Is this the truth or madness I harness in vain?

The storm finally fades and stillness creeps in,

I chase away the phantoms that once wore me thin.

Peaceful, I stand tall, with the past as my guide,

The war’s finally over, and now I’m on the other side.