When all is lost, when you’re hopeless, amid despair and dread, you’re in the abyss How rather acute our tears when they’ve their mark found. After creeping cross my cheek, how they storm the ground. Soldiers in my warring heart deployed in remiss, Doomed to march ablind in the depths of the abyss. Were tears not better shed for cause of more concern? For they fall amid a darkness I cannot discern. Oh lightless path, journey lost, Despair: my dearest friends, Where are we now if not in a means without an ends? Silent, are you? All watching me tear myself apart. You’ve no answers to ease the dread of my hopeless heart? I hear the cries of my tears as they hit the floor, A bleak sound of bleak company in a very bleak war. So tell me now, speechless friends, is there any hope at all? A light, a tunnel, a smile; at the end of endless bawl? Or more tears, more tears, for I’ve lives many to dispose, And what of need of light or joy? No, I’ve not need of those. For what of need of hope at all when you’re dismayed as I? Dismayed so that I could laugh if not t’were that I cry. This is no war, just abyss, but I’m fooled all the same. These tears are not despair, that’s just where I place the blame. A path can only be dark if I put out the light, A war is only lost if I give up the fight. My tears are not thrown away unto a lonely fate. There is hope, at very least, that dark will soon abate. And if not, for darkness sake, in the abyss I’ll fall, Damned by my own darkness, and so, damn it all.