hope

to recount a story, to spin a tale,
about a man who've became pale.
no words seemed apt, just some more ale',
for the story that's only a fairytale.

a thousand words, could never tell,
the chronicles that once dwelled.
just this feeling, is not enough,
to sum this up in a draft.

why tell 'em when it'll never heal,
cease all hopes in this ville.
but what was left, all alone,
is something,


that will never be known.

With you, i hope
for the better.


and fuck this seemingly vauge shit.