I crash back into the doldrums, 

Unable to claw my out, 

And become resigned once more to the dark. 

I do not care about anything, not about her, 

For I cannot care about one who care not for me, 

Nor for her own sense of truth, honesty, dignity, 

No care for love nor loyalty … only crap. 

I care solely about the intellectual dishonesty of it all, 

The baseness of the lying and the betrayal, 

The utter lack of remorse for it, refusal of any guilt, 

Inhuman. 

It eats an ever-growing hole in me. 

Trust is dead and people are abhorrently selfish.