.Hopeless.
As I Reflect Upon Success, My Mind Revise's What To Aim For.
Hope Elude's Grasping Finger's, Skidding Out Of Blank Open Door's.
White Lie's Cramp Confidence Around Other's, Even Among My Sibling's.
They Granted Me Hope, But I Cannot Wield The Wisdom For It Is This.
From Serenital Palm's To Raging Entity's Metamoprhed Into Stone Fist's.
This Anger, Has Slipped Away From The Drought Of Mind's Treasure & Hope.
But My Soul Need's Cleansing, But Mentally...Using Heavenly Blessed Soap.
It's Too Much To Cope, I Can't Go Through With The Warning's, The Pain.
Reality Drag's Up Powerful Memory's From When Hope Frolicked..Every Day.
Confidence Struck Me Upon My Face..And I Absorbed It's Stride To Regain.
Angel's Desending To Deliver Subtle Message's, To Deprive Me Of Being Insane.
Fragmented Hope, Pick's Up Shape & Form's...In Petal's Of Rose's & Bramble Thorn's.
Fantasy Yielding New Life...New Relpenishment, Stripped Of Mental Gash's & Torn's.
Why Doe's It Evade..? Why Doe's It Not Wish To Committ It's Priority's & Assist...?
Pivotal View's Far From Recognition...Vision's Encaptured Fresh, Clean And Crisp.
Craving Hope..To Reach Beyond The Gate's Of Belief..Safe From Tradesmen Of Deceit.
Folded Memory's Unravel Again...Clutching Trust, And Discarding Satan's Entry Receipt.
Twisted Portion's Of Mind, Connect And Try To Invade To Persuade Me My Fate...
That I Will Never Recover Hope, And I Will Never Touch, The Lord's Pure Gate.....
...Thought's Scatter Amongst A Ghostown Of My Mind..But Inside You'll Find.....
That My Mind, Has Welded To Belief, That Somehow The Lord Will Send A Sign....
Creator Bless Me...Give Me Strength To See Off My Foe's, Grant Me Wellbeing...
Shattered Pupil's Cannot See Through The Mist, Or Predict The Foreseeing....
I'm Without Hope, I Feel The Empty Side Of My Heart, I Can Touch My Own Gloom...
Hope Is Not My Downfall, Or My Weakness, It Is Inevitable That It Is Passed As My Doom.