Is There Another Place? 9-1-06

Hmm…

What to do?

What to say?

What will make it go away?

Why does it stay?

Where must I go?

Where can I hide?

Why must such things be so freely abide?

Will it stop?

Will any thing work?

Can’t its grip be loosened?

Will it cause blood to flow?

Will I lose control?

Why can it be washed good bye?

Why won’t it let me cry?

Why did it cause my feelings to die?

Will it let me feel happy again?

Why I wonder

Will it ever end?

Why does it play this wicked game?

Where be me emotions now?

Is love gone forever?

Will hate ever be found?

Does my soul refuse to come?

Will I be left to wander

For the rest of my days?

Tell me is it just a faze?

Will I wander in this place

Forever till the end of time and space?

Why is it me it wishes to pray (upon)?

Can there be no other for it’s pawn?

Can it, will it let me go?

Is this place all I am to know?

Is it going to be with me

Where ever I go, forever more?

Why must it be a place with a locked door?

Which I can not open

Where be the (basted) key?

Will I ever be free?

Why does every one seem to be staring at me?

Where does my spirit lie?

Why won’t my strength abound?

Where is this place of broken ground?

How may has this area consumed?

How many has it doomed?

Can there be no way out?

Will anyone hear me if I shout?

Why must there be mirrors all around

Showing me my broken frown?

Is it a maze of broken rooms?

Is it a place where forgotten memories bloom?

Is it where lost dreams fly to?

Am I lost along with them?

Am I doomed beside them in this gloom?

Why is there a heavy air that looms?

Why is each breath an even greater struggle?

Why won’t it just let me sorrow

If only for a little while?

How did it hide me here?

How long was it been

Since I’ve seen a friendly grin?

How is it cold and hard

And dark and hot?

How can all this be here all at once?

Will this torture ever truly stop?

Wandering from room to room

And why is it

When ever I make a move

That each and every step

It booms?

Am I to be completely consumed?

Is there some thing beyond this next door (way)?

Is there anything left to remain for?

Am I to live my days lost in this endless faze?

Why must I watch as all the figures pass me by?

Is this where I am to die?

As forgotten as a frown upon a clown?

As an Android who lives a life which most would love…

But in the end never feels anything another human could.