I guess,
It's over,
And all,
Is said,
And done.
Moments,
Are truth,
Meaningless,
In every,
Way known.
Nothingness,
Is fond,
Of my,
Battered,
Heart.
I guess,
It's new,
To me,
To be,
Alone,
Yet it's,
Oddly,
Familiar,
This subtle,
Presence,
That never,
Existed.
Maybe,
I'm daft,
Slightly,
Not really,
Maybe,
Just slightly,
Confused,
Or just,
Lost.
I guess,
I'm just,
Quiet,
Sometimes,
More open,
Not really,
Seriously,
Closed,
While,
Shattered.
Insane,
Untrue,
Sincerely,
Nothing.
Like,
Those few,
Very,
Minuscule,
Moments.
