Unable to space,
That place,
For once was his,
From his heart.
Unable to make or break,
The tie to this place,
Once in his soul.
Unable to escape,
The rains of pain upon himself.
Created by his internal eye.
That eye peering down on his soul.
Making him hate,
Breaking him away,
Away from the outside world.
Begging and pleading,
His soul lives on,
Not as one,
But as it has done,
Many places before.
Tied to that place,
That place called life.