There's no love for the lonely,
There's no song for the choir,
There's no hope for the dead.
And here you are, crying for what you didn't get.
YOU ARE READING
For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
No love.
There's no love for the lonely,
There's no song for the choir,
There's no hope for the dead.
And here you are, crying for what you didn't get.
