Where now you see my hate,
There actually was once faith.
Where Once I believed in destiny,
There is now only left excruciating defeat.
I used to see things as a finite period of time-
That they could or would turn with the tides.
But what of when the waves cease to relent?
What of the countless todays of which there are no ends?
I once saw my torment as a puzzle piece
That would be used in some cosmic plan, ultimately.
But too long the days have blended together as the same-
one giant, indiscernible mess of anger,blood, and pain.
In which moment exactly was it that
I began crawl to this place that I’m at?
A place where faith slipped away and was replaced with this-
such a deeply twisted, innate sickness
How did I manage to fuck up so profoundly and completely
Did I wander too far from a God who then decided He had too many sheep..?
Once there was Hope within me
But now what more can I say?
For Once all Hope is missing
There’s nothing that can replace.