Hope

i have seen it. tonight my soul aches.
there is no hope.

the world is a dark and dismal place and we are nothing more, we have no worth greater than that of a rain drop thrown from the sky to fall without effort to our demise. to come face to face with the cold hard cement that tears us apart, breaks us and leaves us to puddle and stagnate.

we are so fragile. yet we force ourselves to be strong. afraid to let anyone around us know that death promises a blissful escape.

i have seen man at his bitter end. crawling in the dirt, screaming for the darkness to vail his eyes forever.

alone, we are all alone. we only truly care about ourselves. back any man into a corner, threaten him force your cold steel blade of hatred against his throat and the only thought that keeps him sane is that of selfishness.

how do we live, how do we go day after day after day with ourselves, tolerating ourselves?

blackness, bitterness, betrayal...human.

when i see what we have become. when i look deep in to the eyes of brokenness when i share tears with torment. when i hold the hand of hopelessness. when i fall to me knees this existence gives way to the truth that we are all so very confused.

show me a man that understands his life that truly knows who he is and i will show you a man that is rotting, decayed with lies. i will show you a man in which evil and sin darkens his heart to the extent that his blood runs black. his wounds bleed without ceasing and it drips and drowns every single righteous aspect of his soul.

can you see it

the good extends its arms upwards breaking the surface its voice gargles and gasps for a chance at breath. soaked with the blackness it sinks. its cries are lost. and the liquid surrounds it until it cannot be distinguished until it becomes the darkness.

hope?

there is no hope.

there is only truth and that truth is that there is only death

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death. ~Charles Sanders Peirce