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.