Pisaries Creator

Two long hallways.
One walking toward the light.
The other walking in the darkness.
Going down the stairs one step.
Falling at the bottom.
One action gets another.
My eyes see the fire.
Their eyes see the dark sky.
Memories do fade.
One can't remember the pain.
The other recognizes the bleeding heart.
Chiseled with the answers.
One suffers through inches.
The other in feet.
Three long hallways.
There will be another.