This grave new hope, is eating away at me,
shivering at the base of my spine,
Before I'd thought the world was through with me,
an apathy so dull but fine.
I'd brave to venture to the end of my tether
to find something better, and yet
at the point of furthest reach
I am recollected and reproached.
There is no change and no grand conclusion,
and yet I see such grand delusions, mere mirage illusions,
sincere excuses for the grave mistakes that gave me this,
This grave new hope, that is burning in the heart of me,
an ending and a start to me.
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