Allochiria - Counting Fives

rough lines they draw
weariness in those eyes

they keep trembling
making up new heroes

and now at last
fading ignorance

but now
just now
they are alone

forever wrong
heavy souls
watch them now fall and now ignore

and now force your eyes up to the sky
blind them with light
false light
forget all left behind
bite your lips hard
taste blood
cold rain
firing fury
this is where we part

numbers in a quote
words left untold
lines never drawn