Perpetually Profound

Empty though alive, 

Has taken me a lot of strive;

Tryin' to live life,

With a heart wounded by a trust made knife.

Wow, such heuristic craving this logic;

Succumbed are we to Luck's dark magic. 

If you alone pretend to stand strong,

Sorry you are forsooth wrong.

Inexorable are profusely those,

Having support so close.

Is it family and friends? 

Aren't they lost old trends?

Perpetual and still in fashion,

Profoundly plush to those with passion.