When tensions in the mind can splinter souls
And into strangers ears we pour our woes..
When grief and sorrow shudder thriough our walls.
And whether all is lost we cannot know
When what is in or out we cannot tell.
When fantasy and dream become confused.
When spears of angst are felt to maim each cell.
When sensibility is utterly bemused.
. He in whom we to trusted wills to fail
For what he said was love was mere desire.
Now pain and disappointment make us frail;
With torment know this lover was a liar.
Then, having lost all other means to live,
We turn to darkness where our consolation is.