Death of Hope
Begging for a chance, begging for abandoned cowardice
Society’s view of life is sad, its view of right is wrong
On many levels, lost in ego fit. Beg no more!
Done with all of it, box it away, choke it down with the rest
Breathe deep, the familiar ache resides in resonance
A comfort. A morbid hug. All that is known of love.
klpprsn: me without the vowels 