The reality which you thought you knew,
is not there and never was.
A need unrequited, the hope of a fool,
has now spawned and given birth to pain.
Mockery enjoys its game for awhile and
gestours write your song.
Emptiness so complete that it cuts
through every part of your being.
Loneliness, so deep that you can’t feel
the pain that emptiness has left behind.
Despair, so real that you can’t see
a future without loneliness.
And sadness, so enveloping,
that it defines your existence.