IVE LOST MYSELF
IN A WEALTH
OF EMPTY CONTEMPLATION
A VAST ARRAY
OF POINTLESS THOUGHTS
THAT STAB ME THROUGH MY RIBCAGE
WISHING THAT
MY HEART WOULD FAIL
BUT IT MARCHES
TO THE SIMPLE BEAT
OF INSUBORDINATION
ILL NEVER WISH
TO TELL THE TALE
OF THE DAY
I FINALLY GAVE IN
THE DAY THAT THE FLICKER
OF HOPE WENT OUT
AND THE FLAME WAS
SUFFOCATED
THE DAY THAT I HAD
TO EAT ALL MY WORDS
AND ACCEPT THAT
I WAS DEFEATED
TO FACE THE FACTS
AND BELIEVE THE TRUTH
THAT MY OPTIMISM
IS COMPLETELY DELUDED
THAT I WAS A CHILD
IN THE THROWS OF HOPE
THAT DROPPED ME ON MY ASS SO HARD
THAT IT ONLY LEFT ME JADED.