L'espoir noir

After all the shit we’ve been through,
Our hearts beat erratically.
Constant thumps against our ribs;
Stroking the bones like the white teeth of music.
Forever booming
Demanding our stability.

Sanely, we question the concept
Of our God given life.
Breathing in our poison,
Swallowing our hate,
We pride ourselves on love.
Only wanting to be favored
Among the lonely.

How and why are we forgotten-
We never answer.
With slow and hesitant words,
We whisper:
“What is our happiness?”
What is our happiness.

Guilt by evil and misconduct
The Hope and light of day,
Fade away into the oblivion.
Chaos and suffering-
Our only tools and rights.
We build our futures of them,
Fearing our blindness to the truth.

Dreaming only of the changes
Between night and day,
Can we even begin to struggle
In the endless battle of solitude.
Steel of blood
Blood of death
Slay all you can before the Reaper comes.

What can we do?
Struggle.
Who can we love?
Tears.
How can we survive?
You can’t.

Forget our strengths.
Forget our promises.
Forget our dreams.
What else could matter?