pain perhaps, has taken a toll writhing words lost, among themselves cluttering roil heart-breaks, again and yet, again as the same story continues. relentlessly unfolds and as a needle, stuck, on an old stereo grinding static and the same words, same music, the same, same, same, old story is grinding down my soul repetition is gnashing the teeth of my whole, as I wonder why, again, again, again why is it... loneliness gnashes the wisdom, gnaws the lining of one's intestines, eats away at one's ...what? aging, aging? aging heart... broken, simply by it's lacks burdened with phantom wants no one is allowed , no one is to... is to be burdened, you see? Bullshit, it's all about me ego? no, just a hole, a deepening fear that she's dug too deeply and can't get out Listen can you understand that I am now going to have to stop this stop this ...stop what I am doing... I am not always who... I am not ever, I Can't get Out! and you see, now, the pity and the shouting and the tears, arid... and caught at the back of the throat-- of this throat, whining it's ache and should you see this, please don't, don't you pity me it's nothing but a passage nothing but a passage of words in strange lines passages that are stuck as stuck as stuck as stuck as the needle on the arm of the deafening stereo... where is this coming from, why? all I must do is learn to love... yet, it can't be, as I do not know, well, know... how, see? and if I would look around... would I allow another to... show me? been nowhere, done nothing to make things any much better, any much anything... do not cry, do not shout, do not come near her right now! when will he, he, when? and will he, any? come near? yes, spirit's broken, doll-faced child within the lines on the face etched out pieces of time passing and nothing nothing really ever done no heart can be won if nothing ever really done...