Wake.
          Feed.
                   Sleep.
                              Work.
                                        Dream.
Yet what is dreaming?
Laugh,
            Ache,
                      Turn,
                               And leave.
A spoken word. A broken friendship.
Heart burns. The party's ended.
The kind advance met with confusion,
There's nothing left to do, but miss him.
And cry,
             Sleep,
                        Dream,
                                    About him.
There's nothing left of say, but scream.
Without that much,
                              It's left to grief,
And happiness is half remembered illusion,
A dead belief.