Sometimes hope is not enough and sometimes hope can be misleading.
Kicked in the head.
Darkness and misery
Looming straight ahead.
Always out of grasp
Kept from me under lock and steel clasp.
I look down that dark tunnel
For the light that will end the pain
Only to find an oncoming train.
So I no longer believe in hope, it’s a false idol.
Meant to corral and control, just like a horse's bridle
See, hope is nothing but passive wishing.
So, instead of hoping for the pain to end one day
Instead of sitting around just trying to pray
I'll take all the pain and store it deep in my soul.
Way way down in a little black hole.
There I will cage it, restrain it, imprison it.
There I will press it down, compact it, and heat it.
There it will be strengthened, honed, and solidified.
I JUST HOPE IT NEVER GETS OUT!