Pain

Originally from MySpcace

Thursday, December 21, 2006

pain Category: Life There is a dark black sealed room. Things are heard moving. They torment. They come. They kick in the stomache. They beat on the back. They take the food from mouths. They take the drink from thirsts. They chip at sanity. They tell over and over how they were invited. There is a lamp in this room. It is turned off. The switch can't be found . Maybe the switch isn't controlled. There is a switch. Deep in the heart one KNOWS there must be a switch It is not known where it is or how it works. Is it wanted to end? Is it wanted to continue? These seem like simple questions. Why are the answers so hard to find? Maybe there are no answers. Maybe the room is all there is. And the tormentors are all there are inside it. Dreams of laughter seem far away. Life moves slowly. There are ways out. Are they worth it? What if the way leads to another dark room. What if what one thought was outside the room, isn't there anymore, and could never be there again. You can't go home again. Once left.. a place, a face, a love would never be the same. Could it be better? who knows? probably not. The place, the face, the love, may have spent time in it's own dark room. 6:37 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos