Deterioration

Will there be another chance,
For those in desperation?
Yearning for the strength lost in an empty capsule.
The nights are growing longer, darkness has overstayed it's welcome.
Silence is deafening when cravings begin to deteriorate the very foundation this will was built on.
When does it come back around? I swear it's passed due and emotions run wild when I think it never could never have happened to me.
Happiness is forbidden in the land  of the hidden ambition.