My mind wakes me from a tormented sleep.
As I struggle to accept my unwavering reality
How dark are these thoughts that I keep?
Compared to my unrelenting eventuality

For Hope is a firefly, you wish to catch,
And be mesmerized by its luminescent glow.
To capture a moment underneath the jar latch,
Before it dies, and you must let it go.

Hope is fleeting, quick, and toxic
Providing a false sense of relief.
Illuminating a path, to a serendipitous salvation
Only to betray you, and leave you in disbelief

There’s a grip, that clenches my chest ever tighter, with each passing breath  
I feel bound, trapped, and suffocating in the darkness of this death
I’m paralyzed from my eyes down to my toes.
And can only think of sadness, despair, and my inescapable woes

Now, there are, sparse moments throughout the day
Where your essence escapes my mind.
I hope that this new freedom can stay.
For even only a few fractions of a second of time
I can feel the grip loosening, as my breath I can begin to attain.
For a brief moment the grip grants me hope.
… Before it strangles my heart again