Hope Is A Plague

The skies weep snow-white sunlight tears

Dreaming of their darkest fears

And all the while we wonder why

All of them will always lie

Whispering of the pain and death

As we struggle for our own breath

Like blood pouring down the mountainside

The truth from which we'll always hide

Like stars that burn the blood of moon

We'd always known we'd die too soon

While we still whisper "We're alive"

Trying so hard, just to survive

Like chewing off one's own leg

Fighting so bravely, just to beg

We always lose, yet still we try

AS, someday, we shall not die

But, truth be told, I know we're dead

These whispers aren't just in my head