The years gone by.

[hope_is]

When you've never mattered
and all hearts pass you over
forsaken, by the one's you hold dear
lonely and searching for something
to hold on to

Sleepless, the many nights i've spent alone
wondering, just what my life's worth
a razorblade in my hand (can it make me whole?)
details, written in blood
explanations, of what made me go

Awake, the hours slowly creep by
turns in to darkness
a candle's light, reveals the shadows (can I hide in them?)
pictures of times passed
And revelations, of a life of pain

Tombstones, marking the end
a final rose upon your grave
severed ties and broken trust
the reasons for you demise
bloodshed, in rebirth (we seek to end all things.)