Empty Hope

I feel like an empty chalice,
Set at the table of the fates and the kings of mockery.
Wanting, thirsting for the cool, sweet taste of love
To fill me to the brim
Each moment I breathe,
I wish for the end,
The end to this shallow existence
Life has grown weary and lays his head down in exhaustion,
And I lay beside him,
Waiting for his last sigh so that we can be released from this
bondage.
Yet, when I see your smile,
When our eyes and souls connect&;#8230;
I see hope, though twisted and deranged.
The hope of love clings to my mind and my heart,
Like an unholy disease,
It animates my body, forces me to take my next breath,
And keeps my desolate heart beating,
Like some ghostly machine,
Forcing me to live when I know that love is a myth,
It was never destined for me&;#8230;
Though I keep dreaming of its reality and what may lay ahead.