I awoke to the sound of nothing
Hearing you not being there
I slept to the tune of doubts
The chorus offkey and building to a crescendo of apathy
I grew full on the seeds of despondency
The bitter taste of realism
I starved on the fruit of illusion
Hopes and wants a salad that would not digest
I calculated the odds of our existence
Fractions of wholes we became in our litany of decay
I prayed for the scientific explanation
A conclusion to have more faith















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