I miss hope
As my feet sink
In muds
And I embrace
The empty still
Is here so bad?
The birds still sing
The sun rises
And the night rests
Good enough?
After all
I am the conjurer
Of dark
And unrest
Born bad?
Unworthy
Nothing
Rotten
Rank
Rabid
Made my bed
Made my fucking bed
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
I miss hope
Hope was not for me