no the starving

know nothing of your chances. 

The trusting have had enough.

Last breath of a fading few.

Swell the lies to tease the truth.

Take this for what it is.

Before birthdays lose meaning.

Before the unmoving depression that a stagnant life assures.

Begins to take form.

Before I lost patience with hinting

At your last hope.

Roll your eyes and run.

The world will poke them out.

This is the easy way.

An empty look at a sober tear has put the

Hope for you in the unaware.

Aesthetics hide the sin in grey to keep it there