Paucity of Hope

A trembling figure against the wall
A world falling in to tear her to pieces
Though her secrets echo, they soon fall
A gentle breath she releases

A world of hate and a lifetime of hurt
Can't tear down the walls she's created
For in her bliss, her calm alert
Perfection she's reinstated.

Lights up her world with consummate lies
Fills her lungs with pure, sweet air
Ignores the bloody tears streaming from her eyes
Pretending there's someone who cares

For in the darkest of corners, the quietness
There's a small, broken creature named Hope
With an air of lust, oh, she's a goddess
Her lust after love she elopes

A bloody mess on the prison cells
Says nothing about the person inside
Just in its own story it tells
What pressured them on to suicide

A paucity of Hope, an absence of Love.

For when Hope's fragmentary heart fell apart
Her lover's full destitute reached its ends
Of life and lust, leaves a shattered heart
For what is life without ability to transcend?

A paucity of Hope, an absence of Love.