My Prophet of Doom

Tearing me apart
is the sadness
the emptiness
you left in the negative space
surrounding me

What I know
Or knew is gone, and
all I am left with is pieces
crushed, jagged pieces of what is/
was a beautiful lie

A lie, which was contagious,
Like the laughter of an innocent child
but in no way,
yet every way alike

A lie that I did not know was planted
Until its devastation was over and done with
Yet, just beginning

Was it worth it?
To feel encompassed by
loneliness
sadness
loss
And desolation

Although it doesn’t seem like it…
It was.
For now I am
forced to move on
to proceed despite misery
present because of you and
Your non-existence.

Where do I go from here?
Nowhere.
I cannot see any future,
nowhere but bleak desolation
Because all that I have,
All that i'm left with…
is Cynism, the only comfort,
the only solace that will
Take me.

Where will you go from here?
Everywhere
with everyone
While I sit here
Looking, but not seeing…