The World Broken
The World Broken
No greater sorrow
has the world known
Than the feeling of
unrequited love
For when else is a
man's heart blithely
thrown
On jagged rocks from
precipice above?
A symphony of
darkness and despair
The black crescendo
overwhelming thought
Emptiness expands
with each breath of
air
The soul, it weeps
for all the havoc
wrought
A smile forms a
ramshackle disguise
A melancholy fugue
assumes control
How many times can
shattered hope arise
A broken heart be
put together whole?
Entombed in an
infernal vault of
night
It seems I am
forsaken by the
light
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