A Better Tomorrow

As I decay in this god-awful place,
With this fake smile hiding all and ever trace.
I picture myself in a world without misery,
A kingdom devoid of hurt and trickery.

Where suicide is honourable,
And grieving is tolerable.
When crying and longing is for love,
And fighting is veiled by a single white dove.

This empire holds so much hope,
A lifetime of promises to help me cope.
With only tears of joy being cast,
As melancholy has deceased, at long last.

But what would life be without such emotion?
A lingering delirium from a ludicrous notion.
Without fear and pain burdening my senses,
My loved ones lives becoming sickening pretences.

So I shall live with this aching sorrow,
Constantly hope for a better tomorrow.
As a nation’s army combats against me,
Imprisoning my thoughts so I have no destiny.

I ask myself if I can pull through,
Have the strength to let confidence debut.
To let love and loathing perform side-by-side.
And to lure me out from where I hide.