When you said the awful words, What I thought was real, That beautiful sky Which seemed to stretch away forever Into distant poetic and dreamy landscapes, Began to crack, And the Abyss, The dreaded pit of nothingness, Broke open with a terrifying shriek, And as it gaped A wind rose up, And all that was beautiful, All that was joyful, All that was lovely to the soul And delightful to the eye, Was swept into the hellish maw Leaving only dark despair behind.
When you said the awful words, What I thought was real Was revealed as nothing But a beautifully painted surface Covering the too grim truth Of emptiness.