Why doesn't anyone answer me?

Anything, anyway can this be the heart lost to, perfection? I danced wanting to peel back the eyelids of hate forever, still as night falls asunder. Torn are the sails of pessimism, forever still the winds of regret, hast thou found the secret lair of contentment? Beauty lasts as long as the heart feigns evil, toil amongst the trudges of the impure soul, of the beast that is thine pride mislead, to thy bitter end.