Oh, what is the point of reason,
if reason cannot be found?
The mind whirls and twirls,
as you cascade, with tears, to the ground.

Reason and purpose is what you seek,
hope is what holds you by a thread.
Love has you hurt and feeling weak,
as one deep cut that starts to spread.

Your heart is torn by lovely Her,
and faith drips from your closed eyes.
What has She done to ruin you?
How could she break your hopes, and why?

The gold around Her finger
must have turned her mind around,
for she whispered of the end,
and left without a sound.

Now since she took all you had,
your mind kills, and spills, and overflows.
Reason to live, seeps out your veins,
and follows She, as she goes.