Packing up my shirts,
The ones I wore to the party...

These cobwebs around him represent the new,
And the old is symbolized by the same plain color...

How to explain Present Hope is still something
Not yet comprehensible to me...

Today the heart beats habitually,
Thinking of you is like another reality...

I see the clouds in the sky before I notice it's...
I take everything as false until it is proven...

He first started acting shady,
When he got involved with the ladies...

I am writing this before my slumber
Takes the thoughts and turns them into a reality...

One of the last things she said to me
Was that I need to enjoy the little things...

A sweet woman I've had yet to gaze upon
Awaits the time when our words touch...

A fly landed on my tea;
I apologized for getting in his way...

Bodies lay rotting in this wasteland.
A dead man's glory can no longer be seen...

Even prevalent in the darkest confines of me,
I find what I would like to call Present Hope...