I walk on the sands of time
The wind's gentle fingers wind around my hair
I look out at the ocean
That never ends
Finally I see
A light so bright I can feel it
The burning is within me
I cannot pacify myself
I am alone
But am I?
The winds of change
Creep along like a pet
Wanting
Wishing
They could be free
I could be free
The fires of hell now burst up
Up! Up! Into flame!
This once peaceful earth
Consumed in hatred and greed
I cannot escape
How I try
The words hold me back
I am imprisoned
This world that I have come to love
Now full of evil and darkness
I had been so happy
Now it is all history
The creatures of his evilness
Try
Try to capture
What is left inside of me
Grasping
Clutching at my throat
They want to take my soul
Or kill me
Either way I am doomed
Doomed for all eternity
To watch the innocent fall
To his might
Is there a ray of hope
And light?
Is there anything left
That might convince me?
Of course not
There is nothing left
We are all decided
Where we will go
My place is hell
Why was I chosen?
I was not evil
I loved my neighbor
I am cast
Cast to slavery
I see my friends
Family
Why have you done this to us?
We are not greedy!
We are not right for this place
Between life and death
For it is not hell
It is someplace much worse
We are not alive
We are not dead either
What is this place?
This strange world that is not our own
The place where dreams are dashed
Swung at, destroyed
There will be no more dreaming for us
We are not important to this earth
The world that I loved
I will never see again
Scientifically we are ghosts
But what is science?
What are ghosts?
The living dead
They are against us
Look
Look at their evil eyes
Staring…always staring
Why have we been banished here?
This wasteland that is nothing
A desert of the worlds
A horrible barricade to keep us insane
Am I insane?
Well I really don’t think that’s necessary
To call me a name
I am tired of your endless prattle
Of how I could have been better
I could have salvaged myself
Could have worshiped more
Have sung a song
Why? May I ask?
Must I do all of these things?
To get noticed?
To be spared?
No!
None of that worked!
Because you see
You did all of that
And for what?
You think you’re so wonderful
But now you understand
You’re in the same place as me
- Connie Redfield
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