• A tear falls gently to the ground
    Though quiet, it is the only sound
    The world around me bleak and grey
    Has neither shade nor light of day
    The earth beneath my feet is naught
    But what my horrid mind has wrought
    And rot it does, but leaves no warmth
    Painful nothing it brings forth
    I stare at nothing, and nothing calls
    Nothing hears, and nothing stalls
    Within these walls of my own prison
    The only thing I want to do is listen
    While I may listen, I cannot hear
    Except for the loneliness of that one tear