Last rites

The death of hope

Broken past the point of care
Those feelings of hope not there
Laughing to hide the pain in me
Repetition as far as the eye can see

Waiting for the last breath to flow
Eager to let it go
Answers never to be given
What's the point of livin

Lost in a world full of guides
Wandering in their own insides
The deaf signaling the blind
Them calling out for a sign

Is all lost to a void with no name
As we wollow deep within our shame