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