The walls can't contain me tonight. Sinking below the line of sight. Darkness blinds the shambles of the light. Fear resides in the day, if night could never end. How precious these few hours. Seeing life the way it was meant, before the dawn. If the sun gives life, it does strip it away. Clarity comes through a lack of vision, satisfied by no more than a view of truth. Close the eyes of life and find what is right.