Death, sorrow, obsession

Fathom we can not

A loss of love the protrudes from us

Befuddled it leaves most

Obsequious other or to see

Pain crimped inside

And no weakness to show

Except the black of loss

Eos, no longer brings light

Most have lost hope

Others have an obsessive devotion to hold on

Death, sorrow, obsession

Most of us are left with

The serene hate of love

And the twisted fate of god

Alludes us from the real fact of life

Taking what we love

And giving back, nothing

We septum pain, hate, and sorrow

We are the ones left with

Death, sorrow, and obsession

Eos- Greek goddess of Dawn