Inadequacy

Tears crash upon wrinkled clothing
Stained from previous grief,
Eyes alive with fervent passion,
Fire illuminates your sadness.

Time stands in the shadows,
While each thought is a needle
Sorrow is the drug of choice,
Slowly coursing through your mind.

Hair falls upon your face,
Mocking your digression,
Pain becomes a virtue,
Masking this depression.

Lies, sinister as they are,
Penetrate your emotions,
They feed upon your joy,
Like a parasite, they are empty.

Muttered words become a sentence,
Fumbling thoughts form a mirror,
A reflection of the truth,
This heart is nothing more than hollow.