Despair

Despair.
Despair
for the world is dead.
Its dark
and cold.
Every breath gone
with the shallow gasps
of dying men--
which fill the stygian sky
and despair,
for we are all
doomed and cursed
a blight upon creation.
Despair.
Despair,
for the angels have left us
and god-forsaken us
and we are left
to cruel intentions--
fates artifice,
the minds contrivance.
We are alone.
And despair for it.
We are alone
and grasp and cling--
clutch upon another
in desperation,
despondent to the other
in our narcissistic minds.
Despair.
Despair,
for we are abandoned,
forgotten
By our Creator
and friends alike
and journey into the dark
alone, isolated--
a hermit of the abyss.