Know I dream restfully
but not dreamily,
My imagery
carries my scars.

A night peacefully,
and clouds seemingly,
I know of my sins,
they seem to pass through me.

Next day sunrise,
Aware-ness to flares,
All of the zombies
I'm trying to clear.

The red-zone I've cleared,
but is it free of my fear,
when death is always near,
switch from  4th to 1st Gear.

No........

You can't escape the fate,
of what we did of all the hate,
of the muscling strong,
burn in all the longing.....

Can you see through me?