there's an ache that won't go away
a lonely companion in the night
sitting there inside
whispering of darkness and loss
whispering of fear and doubt
because the angels are never real
the miracles never happen
love has never existed
there's a dryness to a soul
that withered from the injustice
love spent and returned as hate
breathe just breathe
the moments will pass
into the next
and all with a bittersweet taste
