For a long time it is that war is wedged Between light and darkness in our wake. I see lines pushing back and forth Upon the ceiling, upon the floor. A diagonal line separates light and shadows The both pull, they both shove. They both fight to gain control Some are lost and some are won. Sightless eyes turns to stone Fear engraved into old tombs. Screams of anguish, howls of pain Goes unheard in our brains |
| Things I See (part 2) |