For not keeping your demons,
Banked on the shore so far,
While you sail away for so many reasons.
Despise your heart
For still hoping that monsters,
Can change and start
To become divinely angels.
Despise your heart
For believing still,
On things that
Even miracles cannot make real.
For your heart is a poison,
Made of scorpions and snake venoms.
Lying to yourself,
Make believe on golden dusts on the shelves.
But these are just ashes,
Strewn away but no one catches.
Undying hope of a lover,
Despise your heart for it doesn't know how to surrender.