Why?
Why do I feel nothing—
but emptiness
and loneliness
and melancholy
and sadness
Why do I hear nothing—
but cries of pain
and the howling of the wind
and the whimpers of help
waiting to be heard
in vain, oh, in vain
Why do I see nothing—
but your sad eyes
and your painful cries
and your multiple lies
and your smile
that slowly dies
Why?