The Lie of Hope&Fear

If a scar is just a memory,

then a tear must be the same.

They tell you fear can't hurt you,

even though you're covered in proof of the pain.

And while agony bleeds through your eyes,

and you choke on the force of their lies,

You make memories on your wrists,

and decorate your fists,

because the well of hope in your eyes,

has run dry.

If pain is how one becomes strong,

then strength can be gained from a song.

The cadence of heartache, blasphemy, and hatred.

Is what gives most of us the might to go on.