Hopes builds on the whisper of a chance at happiness
Sly wisps of secrets entwined and confess
Strangling fears at the crossroad of suicidal salute
The majority of the scenario is we need to get to the root
Problems drowing catastrophically is rage and pain
As to a blank canvas, a face without a name
Charcoal outline with intense burning red embers
Silhoutted against dark sky so everyone barely remembers*
