The light has a pulse.
There is no in between of darkness.
This perception is the only reality,
What we touch and see
Under the limited spectrum
Our eyes are allowed.
My eyes see nothing,
My hands feel worlds,
My thoughts create the shadows,
In the shadows I cry for the light,
The light scatters my world,
On the other side
Light cannot see me in the dark.
The ever growing battle of good and evil within the self, the battle inside we face everyday, our thoughts are scattered.
