the lines of hope

Intricate words
sprawled on
hopeless dreams
floating into oblivion.
Innocence torn away
leaving exposed thoughts;
minutes pass by
as images of grandiose
porportion taunt.

Escaping into solace,
floating on candy coated
clouds of temptress
and evil.
She drew sweet breaths
of jasmine
and cigarettes.
Criss crossing between
rain soaked streets.
Light illumating her
decaying figure, she
whispered for hope.
She needed to change,
the chameleon lifestyle
failing her miserably.
Her mouth a dark canyon
of anticpated lies and deciet...
like winter
she was dorment inside,
waiting for the breath of
fresh new life to spring.

Goose bumps prickled
as she walked against
the night, wondering,
wandering, pondering
and needing.

The word " Hope "
scrawled against
the canvas as the
golden sun peaked
it's way towards
the heavens.
Hope was her last chance.