To and Fro

And so I'll continue - 

to bleed from my eyes.

While horses are dancing -

upon fields of lies.

Told swiftly and justly -

by curious wind.

Who's passion is empty -

and carries my sighs.

The voices I'm hearing, they must be my own.

Although I'm uncertain.

I'm never alone.

My instincts have told me -

as if an old friend.

Make swift to the end.

Make swift to the end.