hope is a dying scream of defeated
as the bleakness swallows them whole
their cries devoured by the void
embraced by ruthless oblivion
they cease to be

but not you and me
we defy even the harshest of realities
that are spewed on us every day
by those who wish to command us
they want us to cease to be

you and me
we unleash the beasts of be
the ones that breath us be
let them roar unconditional love
they let us be

for we are not powered by hope
nor belief, nor fear, nor control
we need not to hope if we already know
for we are beauties and beasts
that know love