The unhappy are forever to remain alone;
for that is the decreed nature of their fate
Happiness, an elusive dream they pursue;
and when they fail, it’s always a wraith
Each time they are happy, it’s an illusion;
which fades as quickly as it had appeared
Each time they are happy, there’s a rush;
that changes into an agony to be feared
Fear them not, for it is not a black curse;
for they are unhappy but may dispense joy
With hearts so bitter and eyes so vacant;
they are like the legendary horse of Troy
But beware, never show them any kindness;
for they assume hope where there is none
Beware, your affection is like acidic venom;
for they assume love where there is none