Know the Enemy

Come to kill me
Wreak doubt
Flood fear
Wave upon wave
Of mental assassins
Nearly predictable now
With their tactics
And like the frothing
Bezerker
Greeting their arrival
I never stop
Never win and never die

Some wars last lifetimes
Some lives are born
For death
Bash blood and brain
With blunt stone
Axe head or boot heel
Splinter a parade
Of spines
Without impunity
Without regard

The chaos of this
Silent battle
Nothing
But carbon seepage
From one combatant
To another