• I watch them
    Those tortured tears,
    Falling from hurt eyes.
    I see the pain that cannot be shed
    Even through such raw outlets
    The wall is unbreakable
    Unable to be torn down
    Despite the harkening of my voice
    Perhaps life is just a divine way
    For us to learn the true meaning of pain
    Our lives . . . . . Just a training for our journey to Hell

    So many hurting around me.
    So many I wish I could help . .
    Why can't I harbor their pain myself?
    Why can't I take their suffering and make it my own?
    To save them from such a terrible fate as this life
    Why?
    I've asked for centuries Why
    No answer has come seeking me out
    No one has tried to save those which I call Dear

    Are we truly meant to suffer alone?
    Is that the only point?
    How can we stand to be around others if we know they only bring us Pain?
    How?
    Why?
    No answers await me,
    Yet still I ask.

    I suppose the silence is answer enough.
    Life is meant as torture
    Torture for our souls
    Some choose to take that torture and make the best of it
    They take the job as a torturer themselves
    While the rest of us suffer the pain which is inflicted on our minds and bodies

    Is death the only answer to this divine Dungeon?
    Or will we face worse after death has embraced us?
    We will never know.
    Not until life has already passed our minds
    Perhaps even after, we will still be in the dark

    Those that torture
    Those that are tortured
    Are all victims of this divine dungeon
    That binding
    Which all humans have learned to call
    Life