Fate went on with a solemn face;
Only to learn of lifes deceit.
The solemn fate still appears
I knelt down in a private place
For wondering about lifes complete
Meaning, my eyes flooded with tears.
Tears would only cloud my dreams.
Emptiness finds it lonely way
As blackness engulfs my space.
In overwhelming dispair I scream;
(As if screaming would save the day)
Still, fate wears this solemn face.
Perhaps a mime shares this face;
Better to dream than to speak
Even better yet, those dryless tears
No sound, no emotion, just a trace
Of a human being thats meak,
Who faces fate with fear