The Dark Stagnation

Is the world this dark?
Or is it just me?
For all I see is blur,
And I can't go more literal than this.
But I am not angry or sad,
I question your very existence,
Your behavior and presence,
And the atrocities in the name of love,
Or your so called teachings.
I saw the sun and the moon kiss,
But the world didn't end.
It ended when you smiled,
On a fine summer morning,
With the passing of a spring tale.
Do you enjoy the smirk on you,
The sadistic pleasure you get,
From the pain of your beloved?
Or do I presume too much?
But I could hear the sadness in the sky,
For it lingered more than it was invited.
But how do you know?
If the sun keeps the moon happy,
When all I see is pain?