Abyss

Love, that which keeps me sane
in a world I once thought filled with anguish and pain...
Love, that which I used to feel.
Love, when you did you stop being so real?

Hate, not for they but I,
the weak fool who never even bothered to try...
Hate, for he who simply prayed.
Hate, for he sat whilst feelings decayed...

Emptiness, the shell is all that's left
of a man whom of love is completely bereft...
Emptiness, that dark abyss,
consumes him with its tender kiss...