the war within

the said words sound so sweet filled with just deceit knowing the truth still falling into the illusion of safety am I a victim or the culprit of the story i write the fight of mind or heart. the heart which seems to have forgotten the sleepless nights, still flickering with a flame so bright, the mind that never forgets, the echoes of it in the dark of nights. what is this war? is this just another quest or an endless chaos yet again. am i a prisoner of my own mind ? or am I the lover of my own demise? a search for peace yet again in the world outside, when the battles reside inside where I couldn't reach.