Nothing but a delusional invention
Hope is sorrow’s greatest weapon
Blinded once, but now I see
To hope, our greatest tragedy
Nothing but an affliction
A proven bastardization
Accentuating contention
Culled by ambiguous rejection
Mocks in it’s absurdness
Acrid in it’s bareness
Helpless in it’s poisoned grasp
As hope begins it’s painful rasp
Freedom through annihilation
Emotional cauterization
Starve it of tranquility
Relish emotional poverty
All feeling is a weakness
Find comfort in the darkness
The moment hope begins to fly
Is the moment you begin to die
~FM
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