Abandon Hope

The crystals of glass parade down from the sky,
They drain out all color, giving sight to blind eyes.
My wrists crying crimson because I bid my life,
They haven't stopped once since the day that I died.

Hardly striving on through the deafening dark,
Shadows threaten me as I fearfully hark.
Trudging through the darkness, I fall to the ground,
It's time to accept the grave fate I am bound.

I can't help but wonder how I ended up here,
Isolated from the world, secluded by my fears.
I was promised many times not to be left alone,
Perhaps they are waiting for me to come back home.

Ever deafening are the cries of regret,
Pressing against my skull as I pay off my debt.
One more for the lies I was quick to expell,
Two more for the lives that I broke down so well.

Three more for the ones who had betrayed my trust,
Four more for the pain that was never discussed.
My porcelin skin, so fragile, so thin,
Tears at my fingertips and life cannot win.

The open wounds rain with silent cries of pain,
Draining color from skin that can hardly sustain.
One more and I'll be finished, despair so long gone,
No more thoughts of loneliness always haunting on.

But suddenly I catch a glimpse of dim light,
Years it has been since I've seen such a sight.
I follow it and find myself outside at night,
An abandoned street with inviting black eyes.

I'm finally home and the relief consumes,
No more of the silence of the blackened tomb.
And as I stood alone, defenseless and scared,
I called out for help and nobody was there.