My heartbeat can no longer delights in joy's elation
It sulks in glee's presence with no celebration
How does one without bliss excel?
It's a history jotted down, as its pieces casually scatter
Years have leisurely crushed my form, now life I've ceased to rebel
My eyes have lazily dimmed with the hope for happiness' arrival to utter
Happiness made me promises too fragile to touch course they'd break
At first pleasant to ear; yet now they seem quite bittersweet;
A tale of vows soaked in lies for my sake
A honeycomb built on your...