Give Hope You Bastard

Hey there it me you’re number 1 (45 actual) guy for some premium lord of the rings shit right up in your sad hole. Oh baby I been blue and oh baby I been blue before now and then some. And damn but looks like I made myself a career about talkin myself outta this shit, and I’m guessin youse all been feelin it too (as well, been a while and I can’t remember if I use the double o one).

 

Lordy you know it’s sad poetry time.

 

 

 

Ah fuck it’s pointless

 

Give me some hope or strike me dead

 

I’m thirsting for it

 

My heart is aching

 

My stomach is twisted into a knot

 

Cut me loose

 

Burn my nerves off with a lighter

 

Knock me cold with booze and blunt objects

 

Fuck bein dry or smart I’m hurting

 

And I don’t know what to do

 

 

The thing about

 

Being lost and alone

 

Is that it’s just you

 

And it’s hard

 

To have what you can’t give

 

Make a life outta giving hope

 

Needed or not

 

Seen or heard

 

And what’s left

 

When it’s just you who is empty

 

 

And I know

 

It would be worse

 

If it all was just chemicals

 

And drugs and money and freedom

 

Was the answer

 

It would drive me nuts

 

And I’d never be happy again

 

Sated and not lost

 

Because there was never a place

 

To be found

 

 

But hey there

 

Where is that voice

 

That keeps you going

 

Warm and kind and slow

 

And ever at the last minute

 

 

Where is that voice

 

That says it’s bad

 

Lord knows its bad

 

But there is the end of it

 

Somewhere

 

Maybe not soon

 

But ahead

 

 

Where are those flashes

 

Of smiles and drinks and firelight

 

Where is that sinking sensation of peace

 

The spiteful humour of resolve

 

The coughing laughter of a drowning man

 

 

 

I need it now

 

While this poem is bad

 

And going nowhere

 

While I’m failing and stabbing myself

 

 

I remember

 

Getting addicted to a song

 

Entirely sad and hopeless

 

Because I felt, stronger than I ever had

 

 

This is my fight

 

To push back

 

Against despair so strong

 

And thick in the air

 

 

It feels right

 

To throw myself

 

At this cause

 

Though it hurts me

 

 

Because enough pain

 

And it becomes a task

 

 

And there is my hope

 

To make this end of myself

 

 

A long and bitter campaign against despair

 

To grow old a warrior

 

 

And maybe all you can do

 

With your despair

 

 

Is to throw it back

 

At the wall in front of you

 

 

Then here it is

 

 

A cry to the light at the end of the tunnel

 

 

Grasp me

 

 

Hold me

 

 

Pull me close

 

 

And far away from this sad fate

 

 

From a wretched end of failed hope

 

 

And let me grasp

 

 

Any I can

 

 

And take them with me

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