Hope is Black

What do you do when the lines that defined your soul has withered away,
Not because of anyone else, but your own acts and now you pay,
The hard way, but always, that's how you learn, they all say,
What makes it harder is the hope that it will end, not soon enough apparently,
What do you do when hope makes it harder, isn't it supposed to ease the pain gently,
Improve your well being, Like god 'heavenly', Hope ' o ' Hope where art thee,
I'm here bitch, look at me, now wave and smile back at me, I dictate your sorrow now,
Tomorrow's shroud, Blacker than clouds, Rain promising, an upside down frown,
A glass half empty or half full, doesn't matter if you can't see through, glass is black,
Hope is black, it all stacks, like creep camps.
One, two, three, four, when you walk out the door, in the morning you may never see,
The eye in the corner, looking right at thee. When you do, you are the fool, no matter what you do,
He will do too, the hope in the eyes, you cannot see, for hope is black, so are childhood memories.
Wonderful people, amazing world, good friends slipped through the cracks of my fingers,
Unable to retain, what comes in to your hands, because you're holding a bottle in one hand, and a
cigarette in the other.
You let go of the bottle and it breaks, whether half full or half empty,
Letting go of the cigarette is the easier gesture, adjust your feet for good measure.
Hope is black, which is why everything else seems brighter, when your mind is full of it.
A rant on hope is impossible, bordering on illegal if "nigga" you call it.... for Hope is Black.