oh, how i yearn
for days free of sorrow
oh, how i burn
with desire for tomorrow
but it's all gone now
covered in dust
as hope's a weapon
covered in rust
once it touches you
the sickness spreads
and you hope to
forget the caress
of the black hole
that swallows it all
the never-ending nightmare
nested gently between your ribs
there to stay forevermore
no matter what gives
