Sickening Disgust
Slight discomfort that ignores the mind yet boggles the soul. The soul survives many a battle with many a scar, yet it gradually bleeds. The excruciating pain seems etched not just on the soul itself but on the mere existence. A fog stirs up the mind blurring the vision of the soul. The seeker draws his sword, gleams it in the air, but the enemy is nowhere to be seen. He suddenly finds disgust in himself. He knows no fear of battle but why does he tremble when his conscience screams out war? A war between the seeker and the self; who wins? No one knows! Caged up inside by his thoughts, he fights till his last breath. Hallucinations that seem real, a reality that seems surreal; nothing makes any sense. What does he do? Who does he fight? Who does he blame? It is but a poison that seeps into his heart, corrupting not only his body but also his soul.
Staggering... lingering... limping... trembling... The battle remains undecided, the victor remains uncrowned!