was once felt to be so real becomes not at real at
looked alive fell, where on one was to hear it.
is betray, a broken heart made.
in a dark room there is only restlessness exists.
are the nights that falls endless tears.
Sun that once shined has fallen never to come up
what was hope, joy and love become thorns that tear deep within the
could a bright sunny day become so hellish.
that would never end.
is lost and so is the meaning.
what is the piont of going on.
what is it? A crule joke played on a careing
still feel but there is so much pain, it makes me not want to feel
it persists even if it isn't to be returned, and it echoes as if it were
a pebble falling in a dark empty cave.
one lonely soul persists, forever in the vast night.