Tragedy.
It's a beautiful word.
It's poetic silence,
A tribulation that makes for wonderful beginnings.
Like Juliet's death that spurned many a love stories.

Travesty.
It's a parley of hate,
Love through pain,
And words that gain,
More power than we know what to do with.

Daze.
Everyday. Every morning. Every night.
A breath of reality without you.
An understanding of corporeality.
Not far from your nightmares.

Reality.
Hateful. Painful. Resentful.
A motion without an end.
A function without an objective.
A grind towards uncertainty.

Tomorrow.
A new hope. A factual lie.
An unbelievable promise.
A filter from and dissemblement towards...
Tragedy, Travesty, Daze and Reality.