Can you hear it those wails of pain trembling through the cracks in my heart can you feel it the blood dripping down my fingertips as I slide them down your cheek I can't hold on to this it slips through my fingers but comes out clean everytime I am seeking and searching but all I find is this false hope which paralyzed me still I can hear it cackling at me from a distance even when it isn't there I am doomed to live in the bask of its remnants or die in the shadow of its promise