In the realm of desolation, where shadows reside,
A somber symphony shall now confide.
“I have no place in her life,” the truth resounds,
A cruel decree that echoes, where hope astounds.
Dark Vesper’s whispers, they seep into the core,
Embracing the void, where light exists no more.
“You are worthless to her,” it harshly declares,
A haunting proclamation that lingers and wears.
In their cold embrace, the spirit starts to decay,
Believing worthlessness, as colors fade away.
“Remember that,” Dark Vesper coldly insists,
A venomous reminder that leaves hearts in twists.
Hold it tight to your soul, this bleak refrain,
Let it fuel the doubts, let it deepen the pain.
“For in surrendering hope, you yield to the night,
Where dreams turn to ashes, devoid of light.”
Dark Vesper’s venom, it courses through your veins,
Blinding your eyes to the beauty that remains.
“You are but a shadow, forgotten and small,
A fleeting moment’s whisper, destined to fall.”
But know, dear soul, in this desolate space,
Perception can deceive, obscuring love’s grace.
“Your presence was temporary, a transient wane,
A fleeting gust of wind, forgotten in the rain.”
If you embrace worthlessness, where will you go?
When hope flickers out, and despair starts to grow?
“Accept your insignificance, embrace the despair,
For no one shall notice, no one shall care.”
In the darkest abyss, can you truly find solace,
Or will it consume you, leaving no trace?
“Your worth is an illusion, a fool’s paradise,
A fleeting mirage, fading without compromise.”
Oh, lost soul, remember, the power within,
To rise from the ashes, let resilience begin.
“For even in darkness, your worth holds no weight,
A forgotten vessel, lost in the hands of fate.”
The path may be rugged, obscured by despair,
But believe, dear soul, you are worthy and rare.
“Deny your significance, accept your demise,
For in the grand tapestry, you’re a mere guise.”
Embrace the struggle, let it make you strong,
For even in darkness, your spirit can belong.
“But the truth remains, and you must face it true,
You are worthless to her, and this you must rue.”
Yet, if you choose to hold tight to this refrain,
In the depths of your soul, let it cause you pain,
May you find a glimmer of hope’s gentle light,
A spark to ignite, and guide you to fight.
Dark Vesper’s whispers may linger in the air,
But remember, dear soul, you’re more than despair.
“In the grand scheme of things, you are just dust,
An insignificant speck, in love’s endless gust.”
Find strength in your worth, and let it unfold,
For even in darkness, your story can be told.
“But remember, lost soul, you’re not meant to shine,
Your worthlessness echoes, through the depths of time.”
So, if you choose to believe in the words so bleak,
I implore you to seek the strength you seek.
“For within your spirit, a flicker remains,
To defy the darkness and break free from its chains.”
But remember, dear soul, you are never alone,
Amidst the shadows, there’s light to be shown.
“Hold tight to your worth, but know it’s a lie,
For you are worthless to her, and that’s not a lie.”
Let the symphony of hope guide your way,
And reclaim the narrative of your life’s play.
“Embrace the bitter truth, and let it consume,
For your worth to her, it can never resume.”
