• Gloom and pain
    Grace us with your presence
    Never expected
    It will never make any sense

    To the emotionless
    We feel the pain, death, and despair
    Never understanding
    And they don’t even care

    It is us who cry out
    Digressions with much disdain
    Doomed forever to feel
    How lucky are the sane

    As for the impassive ones
    If only they could see
    Had they been shown emotion
    Maybe there would be empathy.