My shadows of hope

There seems to be no end No light at the end of the tunnel. No sign that this darkness is stopping. Despite all the good will, the pleas I'm coppin. All these anti anxiety pills that I'm popping. All these things I don't need, but I'm still shopping. Still hoping. Still living and breathing. Still hopping. Hoping that there won't be no scratch marks on the underside of the lid of my coffin. No regrets to leave behind, No friends  to come calling. No enemies neither. No one I'll leave behind crying or laughing. Nothing but a whole bunch of words that I'm tossing. The ink drips in torrents from my fingers but ain't no one around to do the mopping.. People see my scars, but all they do is their scoffing. There lies another derelict, come crawling to life bawling. Small fry. Ain't nothing but a failure. His success story is always stalling. Into pieces I can see everything around me, my whole life is falling. I'm trying to stop it...

Red are the skies on this day Red is the blood that follows. Red is the rain that falls and pools. Red are the wounds that lay me hollow. Red is the regret that grows and gnaws. Red are the fingers scrabbling away. Red is the distant hope of freedom. Red are the lips that lie the night away. Red is my death Red are my dreams, filled with hatred. Red are the final screams that echo. And, in the end, all that is left is red.