The thing that haunted me most was hope
Or else i would've been drowning quite comfortably in this pessimistic silence
At peace with my passionless poison
Leisurely loitering in my loneliness
And time would've passed by like quick sand

But no, that hell raising hoax
Had to put one dot after the other
Drag me into this endless torment to suffer
Speck promises light as a feather
Then skin me alive
I almost believe in summer
The eye of a cyclone

No, not cold water,
it spews scalding lava onto my face and wakes me up
No cold sweat only a cryptic crimson scent
No fast breaths only a frigid feverish stench
I regret ever opening my eyes ,
It would've been less mortifying
To have stayed blind

Hope ,
that gorgeous gruesome ghoul
that arcane arsenic angel
Who ever said it was a blessing ?
It's the most cruellest curse of them all

Hope,
Only fools hold onto it
If I could, I would let it go
Turns out I am a fool too
A very stubborn one at that

Hope,
I could ask you to burn it off of me
before you bury me for good
So that dead would stay dead
But no ,I am the biggest fool of them all

Even then I would still have hope left
That maybe some hope survived the fire
And struggle in that grave of my ashes


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