Mosaic

My world is built out of sorrows,
Where loneliness is the loudest noise.
Requiem for, which has been my delight,
Despair in life is by my choice.

The spasms of flamed desires,
Leading nobility to its unhurried death.
Dismal is the spirit of my life,
Choking me by my breath.

Magic turned into betrayal,
And blindness lead to blunder.
Empty life gazed back at me,
For today I wander and wonder.

Yet I can feel pain and love,
A beginning on which hope will grow.
Gladness in the warmth of coldness,
Which merely the mourner will know.