The Restless Eye

A core within the darkness doom,
A circle dark, where time does loom
A glassy texture, gaze upon
Timeless passage, no light has shone,

Where loss has stained the soul that grieves
And anger dismay, its hard to breathe
The musty hatred, anger, dread
Corridors where lives have fled

Running, Running, losing life
Death: a clown, an iron sythe,
You: a pawn in masters game,
Running, fleeing, alas, in vain

Neutral darkness, blinding light,
Averting gaze, destroying sight
A flash, the jokers game is won
Where pawns play ends, life has begun