Lost Hope

Dreams and hopes.
my dear blood on ropes.
dripping off knives.
soaking all lives.
taking away souls.
stuffing them in jars and bowls.
lies and ominous smiles.
they painted our dreams with yellow dyes.
I am a complicated hue.
rather than a simplified clue.
they didn't know our stars would shake..
they never knew our dreams could break..
did we go for something so far?
do I deserve that never healing scar?
Yes. I am broken and that's all you will know..
Yes. I am broken and this all won't go..
I just want to be purified..
healed and sterilized..
I can learn how to heal..
without having to reveal..
they always said that dreams come true..
they never realized that dreams are nightmares too..