Seasons Of Hope Poem by i am not crazy

The morning takes its first breath
Breathes its best to overcome what’s past
A kiss from the clouds begins to open my eyes
And all of the darling day’s for me to last

A bleed, a creed, a seed of a new life
A stream of dreams I’ll once again follow
A deep sleep is to be disturbed by an angel
With no wings at all but fly too high out of sorrow

The darkness of time mixed with my sky
And the season of hopes has come to wither
This conspiracy to my death ‘caused by these pretends
Why should I still try when my mourning will never be considered?

Black smothered all over my face
And my face never to show again
Now the truths became lies and the lies became truths
Could I try to skip hours till none of these ever happened?

Write on my palm, tattoo the blames of reality
Close my eyes so I may never wake up to a new day
Break these golden chains of falseness
Open your ears to what I do not say

Turn away from me when you see me whisper
For every whisper is a soul pulled from my swirling sins
This new day for a new life failed
So trash it, throw it and wipe it clean

So who shall now conquer these depths of life?
And forever write their thoughts on paper
Am I the only heiress to this ungraceful thrown?
Till these ceaseless lies die and shiver