blood-stained battlements stare,

once harsh white,

now, deeply dyed,

with our loss of innocence,

the pain is evident,

the sorrow obvious,

but the halo of hell alight,

forever burning,

the dreary innocence,

of ordinary vitality,

tempts me absolutely,

however, it is not for me

I truly require the bright lights,

the sharp pains,

of the extraordinary,

I pound on the glass,
that is suddenly separating us,
it stays solid, unmoving,
I am screaming,
but my words reach no ears,
the fear, is in the air,
it’s all around me,
suffocating me,
you say,
there's nothing wrong,
you are right here,
but the glass,
it’s encasing me,
help help,
I am yelling,
but still you do not hear,
your face is twisted,
worried,
I can’t reach you,
I can’t tell you,
this feeling of,
utter,
panic

explosions,
blood thrown on the walls,
rubble,
screams piercing the air,
terror,
bullets rip through life,
darkness,**
peaceful goneness,

I only feel in extremes,
all at once,
nothing at all,
no in between,

they are wild,
changing rapidly,
bouncing around,

then, they are silent,
unmoving,
nothing happening,
feeling unhuman,

Sometimes I am unraveling,
slowly coming apart,
at the seams,

Sometimes I am strong,
standing tall,
and acting quickly,

Sometimes I am nice,
helping the others,
being selfless,

Sometimes I am cruel,
hurtful to everyone,
and uncaring,

Sometimes I lose hope,
but that does not,
ever last,