Fate dealt another blow amid

Historic spats with treachery

Where stepping stones are turned to dust

And faith and hope should ne’er be trust                                       

While lies are used as weaponry

I fought back hard, I really did

Yet depths of much confused despair

Clasp me to their ample breast

Enforcing all their cold bequest

And crush my panic-ridden prayer

Each year my trembling morale slid

No matter how I’d grasp the light

Each fall much further than the last

Descending where all dark is cast

Thus all my days turned into night

‘Til finally my soul just hid

Repelled the glow of fake respite

And, hermit-like, it masked its face

Turned its hopes to inner space

Plunging pointlessness from sight