Hope
The thing that drives us
why?
Maybe its the promise of a better future
A day where killing becomes pointless
A day which we could get along
That one faithful day we reach out for
So,
We soak up that hope that's given
But it's rotten
It fades and twists into madness
It keeps telling us to go,
Go and imbrace death
He has open arms just for you
Till then,
All is left in our empty minds is
Despair
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Shattered Glass, Fractured Sunlight and Blood Wine
PoetryPoetry with dark and horror themes, some light ones here and there
