Remember when they loved thee?

Or was that solely a lie?

Remember when the words were believed?

Or will that trust soon after die?

Embrace of console feels so far away,

Comfort never bothered to stay.

Without one word, ages are forlorn,

Without that whisper, darkness is born.

What’s been stripped away soon out of mind,

All dreams left behind—-

Shackled down to the brimstone of shattered belief of glow—-

Alone and doomed to sink too low;

Soul heavy with doubt,

Because day thee is without.