If it looks down, there are lamentations.

When it looks up, there is nothingness.

There is nothing that can be held in my empty hands.

Even a tear does not shed cheeks.

Only sadness colors every day.

It is wished wants to still live

because hope to believe exists.

I dreams of the night which breaks some day.

now -- intently

I live in hell.

You bleach, and I dye.

God does not exist.