I tip the scales to keep me level
But desperation is so heavy.
Only Hope can stay this
But She can't stand the sight of me.
My fake plastic heart
is heavier than it appears,
and it's wearing her out.
I can't contain the hunger anymore.
I'm ravenous for some peace.
I want to run
toward Her.
But She sees to much of me in evil,
And I just can't face Her.
Death is so welcoming.
I can't stand to be left wanting,
or Hoping.
Please Hope, just Kill Me.
Or give me a piece of peace.
So I can sleep like God.
