Deception and the lights…
Oh damn, optimism, the deception goes on and on the shores of harmony….the tides taking a leap into the soul of the innocent. The unheard and unseen fear creeping inside the dreams of the fellow soldiers and the eyes are moist and stoned. if only this night could hide itself from the darkness, I would have gone beyond the vision and the piercing lights from the horizon. The sight fainting and the pant sleeping down. The light, I must call it the sinner. In me and in the white flashes of the memory. The sinner laughs the devil, and the sanity driven mankind bows down to the thorns. Not just the mankind but the perception looking behind the ruins, uncomfortable and quite…. Oh damn, the lights falling from the ruins walking back to the one. To me and to none……