In An Induced State of Isolated Mourning

the sun seems stiff today the brightness has not the same effect all in life seems glum the energy in me is all but naught all i wanna do is lounge and loaf procrastination is a hidden gem of an island i hear the music now as i put on the dusty lei for the day i guess this is how loneliness feels when it takes its toll i lost faith in faith, and now i am just pauper and a misanthrope my idea of fun is counting the dust particles in the air my idea of leisure is sitting in a cobwebbed corner to think of her oh how she represented fun times and impromptu escapes oh how she symbolized precious memories and sincere, purified joy now she is gone and looking at me from a special place in the sky there are many broken fragments of fragmented fragments with teardrops on them.... ....all in the name of you....