i roam the desolate wastelands of earth alone

a forlorn man, scarred with emptiness

sorrow drapes over my shoulder

and it droops to the ground,like a weathered rag

every day,when the sun is weary,and retreats back to its lair

i dance a waltz of agony...

...listening to melodies of desolation

the fire in my heart has been dowsed

my soul has been torched

only rocks and rubble remain of what used to be a refuge of hope

but the walls were bombarded by death itself

…and they gave in

Joy,once my greatest companion has been pulled from my grasp

Now it lies at the bottom of the sea

It strains to reach the surface for just one breath

….But to no avail

The undertow of woe pulls it beneath the raging waters below

And it drifts away in the river of lost hope,never to be found again