Eyes open

Enveloped by fear
We walk in the dark
Unable to scream, and if we do
into what?

Are we infact, stumbling through light?
Eyes closed but ears open
Hearing shape and form
Painting pictures on backs of eyelids

Consciousness bleeds into sleep
Was light now dark?
Or was that black,
Now a white?

Eyes open to blank canvas
Now seeing shape and form
Or are we still painting pictures
on the backs of eyelids?