It isn’t always the lack of love in life that hurts,
Its when they don’t want you,
It is knowing they are dancing with someone else,
Dancing on a Friday night in the moonlight,
When it was heaven with your hands on me,
Now its hell because the lonely found its way,
To weasel around in what I call a heart,
Dark thoughts intrusive no longer,
Just living entity that speaks to darken,
Harden, become a villain, and hate,
It says that love doesn’t exist,
That kindness is weakness,
That empathy should give way to apathy,
Its that darkness that turned a good man,
Into a mean one, in to something he never wanted,
Jaded, pessimism has found no light,
In what used to be actuated, and optimism in sun,
These people drink it way because there is nothing to lose,
They wake up every day black and blue….
In the time they lost you.
Remembering in their dark heart.