Black Abyss

Feeling about life and things deeply affecting but knowing the issue can't be resolved

What have you wrought?
A miasma of sickness as perceptions writhe.
Once we savoured innocence,
Untained and wide-eyed,
But your thirst paled.
A vengeful morass of pain -
Tears follow rain, follow blood,
Follow a love left to die.
In a torrent of sorrow,          Give us life again.