though we can’t see her, Hope flies for us.
the macabre follows us home, to our sleep.
frustration chews at your soul.
i am a willing captive.
a small kid huddling under the covers, wondering when they will break down the door and when you will meet your end.
and Hope with her innocence wings flew away, away.
i am a Goddess who is not a good, for i wish not for immortality but for the End.
morning quite subdued, with happiness glowing blues.
forgive me, for my sins cannot be removed by mortal breath.
i use these secrets as a wall.