Entrapped in a wicked state of mind
Can’t leave this pain behind
Just when I think I can be happy again
This nightmare resurrects
Haunts my life
And reopens my scars
Remove the blood stain from my soul
A crippled man is what I am
Dwelling in the absurdity of my thoughts
Lost in a chaos of uncontrolled emotions
Why did I get darkness instead of life?
Why such pain instead of love
Tears and why’s drowning me
Throughout the years
Why this melancholy never lets me go
And who can lift the curse
And who can take this burden
If not me
And do I have a choice
Is there a remedy?
At least some understanding?
Don’t look at me with these dead eyes
Instead try to be a human being
Don’t make me feel pathetic and sorry for myself
Go and learn something for yourself
Self criticism it’s called
And maybe then you’ll understand
All I meant was to be alive
But how can I?
Surrounded by rotten souls and warped minds
Using their worn out bodies as disguise
As all they have to give is this
Flesh and cheap body liquid
Costs less than thoughts and emotions
But when they deal with me
They all have a debt that they can’t pay
I’m burning with fever, I’m mumbling incoherent words
Is there anyone alive out there?
Is there anyone alive?
Is there?
Spiros Mar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-there-anyone-alive-out-there/
