Desolation

the line between rapture and agony is as thin as that between falling and flying.
efforts you are told rarely go to waste so you have to keep on trying and trying.
when all seems lost and seems nothing's left it's because there really is nothing.
the closer you are to having all the easier it becomes to lose every single thing.

if you hear indifference in the voice and the ice in the heart then it's really true.
you think and know she was really the one but you can wish until you turn blue.
look back on every little thing you did and said for every action gets its due.
space and time become elements of cold void and all you have to blame is you.

no matter how compatible all it takes is to succumb to that single bad stance.
feel all five stages of grief the denial anger bargaining depression acceptance.
sinking away in dejection drowning in alcoholic daze shredded by guilt's lance.
nothing to live for knowing that it might have been the one and only chance.