What do you think

What do you think you have
Found in this dying world?
Happiness is the absence of sadness
Reality never existing
Walking this desolate road we call life
Looking at past memories at the times
That when happiness presided
In life
Foolish gaze at the stary sky
Flashes if bright lights cross the
Sky in hatred
Madness lurking in the shadows
Despair on every corner
People gossiping about things
That should not be talked about
Hurt that will not go away
Madness attacking happy memories
Craziness consuming all aspects
Of living
Hope being tortured by despair
In broad daylight.