The eyes that seek the truth,
Shed tears till blood replaced it,
The truth was not always good.
It stabbed like a knife, many times it did…
The heart that hoped,
Beat until its final beat and broke…
Cracked and shattered like crystal glass…
Hope was only hope, its not a miracle…
That was the truth…
The hand that tried to help,
That reached out,
Was give four deep cuts,
Blood flowed…
The soul that wanted for a better,
Was taught a bitter lesson,
The bitter taste of darkness swirled and mixed,
With the sickeningly sweet scent of blood,
Screams and nerve wrecking groans…
Was this the truth that was sought after?
Was this the hope that was sought after?
Was this the help that the hand tried to give?
Was this even what the soul wanted to know?
Endless hatred…
Sinful vengeances…
Lightless darkness…
Forbidden hope…
A Vicious Circle That Will Never End…
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