There is no joy left in my life,
the light of my heart has turned
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,
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?