Walk in through the pale blueness of my eyes into darkness
you'll feel yourself falling
Seeing reflections of memories that were once my own
finally you land in a desolate place,feeling alone,

A soft haze covers the ground in all directions
suddenly the haze clears
you find yourself in the middle of a raging battle,
continuous and never changing

The battle is between two forces,both have wins and losses
casualties strewn about as if haphazardly thrown from above
the battle rages,you feel trapped,not knowing what to do
"Let the battles flow" a voice calls to you
for it's not the battles that matter, but the outcome of the war
It is but the flesh and the soul fighting for control
and it will be a constant struggle,where there can be only one victorious party
it is up to which party that will be

Which shall guide you,the body or the soul?

Which path shall you choose,the easy path that is wide and full of all that are lost or will you choose the path that is narrow and full of hardships and burden

Until you decide that,there will always be a battlefield behind your eyes.