Emotional Wasteland

Gried is lonely
Fueled by its greed
Sharing wretchedness and insanity
It spreads around the loneliness
Giving people rage
It hands out nightmares
To those who dared to dream
About the dearly beloved
Which lay there before me
In a funeral box, more
Commonly called a casket
Left open for those who
Have survived the tragedy
So they can be aquainted with
The bedmates of grief,
Guilt and misery
Who love their company
There have been songs and stories
Describing the desolate feelings
But none can quite
Capture the feeling
So personally, I'd rather
Feel nothing
Than to be hurt by emotions
And sweet nothings