We, the loveless
The ones without soul
Without passion in our eyes
Doomed to useful introspection – eternally

At the inception of our woes
We wept
Like whingy babes
At this seemingly great loss of ours

But then,
We grew to love our loneliness
Revelled in our unshared masturbation
We had orgasms with – and wedded our mind

And if we called it Karma
Then it surely might be thus
For irrationalities soon surfaced
The loved ones are in turmoil

And so, we, the loveless
Have watched through aeons
The destruction of thought
To the pursuit of infinite sadness – love
What a lovely loss – Sadly


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