There is no joy left in my life,
the light of my heart has turned
   to darkness.
It was only the thought of you
   that kept me going,
and now I have nothing, no hope,
   no light, only darkness.
I move forward like a machine,
for regularity is my only solace,
my only defence against madness,
   against despair.
What has been lost cannot be
   regained -- the emptiness remains,
like a cancer eating at my heart.
What meaning, what truth,
   can I find in all this,
where only devastation reigns?

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