God chases away the sacred bull

Brazen and filled with souls

Go, set onward for faltering

Goals, inexplicable like ancient tomes

Driven by a source unknown

Perhaps fear of only coming close

Never truly knowing how to hold

A future frozen by time

Like ice, unmelting and growing into glaciers

No hope

No hope for going forward

No love in inescapable odds

Serpents that guide them walking blindly

Into bindings that smother their hearts

Pumping blood (Unlike the rest of us)

As oil emerges and darkens the sun

No hope

No hope for going forward

No love in inescapable odds

Only sorrow just as always

Only loss

Only loss

Only loss

Oh! Nothing slowly becomes my only home

And in the sun, it's always cold

The night! It breathes in a weak and rasping breeze

Through the trees as the music of leaves

That burn beneath the blood on my feet

Blend with the thunder that changes

To rain, this pain is sweet

For it seeps into me and reminds me that I am

Alive and also just so tired

I try to find my reasoning mind, but inside

The light that once provided

Is blinding and scorching my weeping eyes

No hope

No hope for us

No love

Against these odds

I try to die under stars as the seamless sky is crying

Hurting for we and our broken dreams

No hope

No hope for going forward

No love in inescapable odds

Only sorrow just as always

Only loss

Only loss

Only loss