emotional inebriations

once again, another night is wasted
what was perceived was not performed
what was desired, was not fufilledrt
i'm so tired of Hope

hope that is comforting
hope that is false

fatigue in planning things and seeing them as
dreams is catching up on me
am i being too sensitive or am i being too nice
a friend has left the clique
only to see it dying
right now gatherings are often unspoken tales
perceived in the mind
fruitful equivalence to air

friends come and go
lovers meet and part

love and hate
pain and comfort
are they as important as life itself
for the very taking

another emo night
another futile fight
another angel departs
another mortal's dis-heart

when will the dream end