When others acts push splinters through our souls And into strangers ears we pour our woes.. When grief and sorrow shudder through our walls. And whether all is lost we cannot know When what is in or out we cannot tell Then fantasy and dream become confused. When darts of agony are felt to maim each cell. When sensibility is utterly bemused. He,in whom I to trusted, willed to fail For what he claimed was friendship was desire. Now pain and disappointment make me frail; In torment know this person was a liar. Then, having lost all other means to live, We turn to darkness where our consolation is.