Will ever my dreams not
just pass me by
That they'll stay even after the dawn.
Accompany me in my lost way
Will these candid faith decaying with self-hate will lessen.
Even the cold Hope is hoping for the warmth of life's embrace.
Like this tsunami of efforts to wake up every day isn't drowning enough,
that the greedy self latch to the hollow clouds of dim thought.
Honestly, the light is giving me fright
like darkness hasn't been ******* over my life.
I keep trying and becoming my enemy,
even if my futile attempt is just to have the best.
Maybe the good, better, and best itself is a lie.
Maybe there is just now me and tomorrow me
And the distance between them is far, tied by a fragile knot barely holding.
This life seems impossible