Leeched Hope

That Sticks.

"Counting the leeches that bleeds my mind

 as my hopes drain into the emptying cup.

 Drink my lifes silence and send my curse enduring

 slipping in my fading hands cripples my living.

 Drain this illusion with my clone that remains

 in my home holding all who thinks it's me.

 Cruel decisions recalculate the recall on

 slowly to desperately to ride the lighting.

 Folding intentions to resume the resources 

 that limit my exile in returned decadence.

 Sliding under the train to tomorrow resides

 my exception to belong here with them.

 My moment of no return brings devouring 

 adrenaline to the game of everlasting shame. 

 Tearing at my leeched hope brings my motion

 to live again with reasonable passionate devotion."