• My love has left, my life is gone.
    The unwanted horrible twist is on.
    The stairs from here are in permanent descent.
    While I question how my life was spent.
    My yelling blocked out by the tears I've cried,
    While I curl up solemnly, my eyes dried.
    My hope goes out to all that hear,
    The constant ringing of my jeers.
    I can't help but to realize for foolishly thinking I had a life.
    But all is well, it is the end,
    And from here on out a permanent descent.