Peripheral vision, seeing the wounds of the past
The center of the brain holds the reasons why I am an outcast
I see without seeing, to me darkness is as clear as daylight
Blind, a night wing, a bat float across the skies of the battlegrounds
Where I never go without a fight
As I transform from bat to human form
I see it all again.. the rejections, the fears, the enemies, the tears
The sins I have committed, and have been forgiven for
But I have sinned once again, with every blink of the eye
Every ounce of breath, every inch of a step
I do unto others, what has been done to me
Because I sometimes have no control over my actions
My pain, is their pain
My turmoil is their turmoil
These dark illusions, never go away
Because new ones are created, each and every day