Through
a haze I see, darkly
Your smile, welcoming,
Your arms,
open
Your every word, deceitful
Every laughter, false
Every
embrace, a clutch of death
Phrases flit from your tongue,
meaningless
Your cheery tones mock my heart, broken
Shattered
into fragments, worthless
Shadows in the day,
blinding,
binding, tormenting me
Every echo is a memory
A memory of
things, gone
The hopes of the past, nothing
An empty vapor
where once was something solid
The pain inside, burning
as
you cast me away, carelessly
Anger and rage, building
Is
this life feckless, futile, trifling?
Is it worth it to keep
breathing
All the painful, bitter fragrances of despair?
Hate
consuming, devouring
The very core of my being
There is no one,
no one, no one
What is there to strive for?
To live for in
this decayed thing called life?
There is nothing, nothing,
nothing
Through the silence, a wail
Ripping from a throat
thought to be mute,
The voice keeps crying, crying, crying
A
shrieking dirge, piercing
Piercing the stone-cold hearts
of
those who cast nary a thought