fortysix_and_two

As gold is sundered from the dross,
We all must suffer pain and loss.
And people backstab day by day
To try and give their pain away.
And so our hopes and dreams will rot,
Against the foe that can't be fought.
Despair consumes your very core,
Till naught remains but the pain you bore.
And when it's love and trust you lack,
Your universe will grow small and black.
And in that darkness you will find
Solace in the maddened mind.