Hope dies for a resurfing lie, in order to percieve what and whom i wish to decieve. I'm bitter, and full to the brimk with excuses. Of dampened sheets of comfort in order to convince myself it's not all worth it. I can no longer hide, and feel the need to confide, and yet in my search I find no one. Where are you all? In order to ignore...to reject my application for trust. For a small sense of hope? I wish you to know, that is too late. Far too gone, I am lost and hurt and your promise has flown. Into the ashes of a fire enraged and encaged by my anger. The way i wish to sleep and never wake again. To find comfort in solace and to pretend. Everything is locked and i succumb to my guilt. To the way i stand and prech, int order to promote the hypocrite I have become. I propose a toast my dear friends, to the game we are content to play in. Once, for the beautiful people I know. And a second: here's to which i have learnt, what i suggest you all know- there is only one sincere, pure form of hate, here's to self-loathing and all that I have learnt from fate.