No Gentle Art - KEN mode

Why won’t you make me happy?

In their hearts, they have fear

There are those who are lost;

Does that mean I’ve given up again?

To kill with silent contempt

Stop giving me hope

Like you need it to live — with overwhelming persistence:

My angels graceless;

useless

Just leave the stains where they are, for the love of god

Please be quiet and leave me

Tell me again about my miracle

Stop giving me hope

Life of bitter things, yet it’s appropriate

No thought novel;

the joke is cruel

Stop giving me hope

Oh, what a gift: I’ve met my maker

She serves oblivion with a cynical smirk

Each attempting to record what it is to be human

Stop giving me hope