Desolate Poem by Michael Carlson

Des-olate-
  loneliness and that, is, it
And that, is it-
That's all 'there'll e-ver be-,
   Yeah, Lone-liness-
Is all that i e-v-er, feel.
  Yeah, lone-liness- is all I ev-er, seem to be-.

Barren-ness-
    Is thee on-ly thing, thats, Here-
Yeah Barren-ness-
   is the only thing that seems to be,
  The on-ly thing-
That occupies-, this, chest
   the on-ly, thing-
   In this place my heart once beat-

Empti-ness-
    Is all I ev-er, am.
Yeah empti-ness-,
   Is all I'll ev-er be
Because, I a-m-,
  so In-com-plete.
Because, I a-m-
   Broken beyond be-lief..

Hopel-essness-
  Is My, best, -friend,
Yeah hope-lessness-
   Is all there's ever been-
I used, -to wish--,
    I would be whole, a-gain.
  But now, I wi-sh-, I wish for thee- end
Yeah, now, I-wish-...
Now-..I-...wish-...