Destination: Out of Luck I

 I am...  

     Uneasily minted by a press of oppression and a desire for the divine, Embossed with an unwanted faith distorted purpose, Scratched the designated internal cognitive design away to resurface, A scoundrel promising to pursue a crooked path to revive my own derelict of empathy conscience!

In lieu of,

Reformatting

Dull One's Hope I

I am...

But a killjoy...

The less hoped for,

The less I should suffer,

Denial is a remedy,

Never awake,

And yet... I

Weep.

No Hope or Riches: All This Time... I

 From everything,

      I am at anxious war, Hiding a facade of wilting aspirations... But a lonely apathetic smile drowning itself in battle with tears never contempt of self acceptance by another shed...

In lieu of,

My tears... not hope,

Keeping me here,

It's... nothing,

And no one;

I am prey,

A villain,

Death.  

Above... Now... Below... I

 No hope,

      Nothing of faith to be had, A plague upon the wishful hope thinking of every and all the stars, Villain shrouded in clouds of darkness be my name, A poet who attempted and cried out for aimlessly more, Yet abandoned by any warmth through life empowered by the sinking prejudice ship called home.

In lieu of,

Kissing the fire.

Hell I... Hath,

Come!