Hope feels better in gray I’m sad in eight different days
In a place that hope creates
I failed to be strong
Art is the behavior of hate
More than an illusion, it’s fate
Again; You won’t change my pain
Yes, I’ll exist, in my own brain
Covered in fingerprints and complaints
Falling feels natural when you’re dead
I am a shadow cast by what light wastes
I am relieved, we’re both afraid
A howl of complications with no date
More is hidden, the less you wear
Submerged in acquiescence
Just to be eaten in the end