Tormented

Only so much suffering can one man take, when stretched to the breaking point like a taut violin string When the pain is so severe that one's body goes numb, when he can no longer feel the stab in the back Save for the pain within himself, the cruel longing for something more, the sting of bitter defeat once again Like recurring nightmares haunting his every step, he is struck in his heart with a profound sense of despair That comes from a long and arduous life, marked at each turn with sorrow and balanced on the edge of a knife What folly comes from the lie of hope, for the man has lived his life through the dichotomy of failure and victory Upon straying too close to the light, he is torn from it by his own sense of loss and the cruelty of his soul And at the brink of death, when came a thought of final peace, he was brought back by frail and incomplete dreams The dual cycle never ends, for one fated and born into this world for the purpose of suffering others pain Forever reborn to continue on the path of dread, to know happiness only for it to be torn from his throbbing heart The never ending wheel of birth and rebirth, the fulcrum built upon this man's existence, his blood and sinew But no one will ever know this man's name, nor share in his pain, for his is a burden he must bear alone His tortured soul and tormented mind assure it, for burdened as such, none shall ever bond with him And his cries will go unheard in the grand scheme of the universe, forgotten in the flow of time, never spoken 'Til the end...