The Molestation of Hope

In our darkest of hours it is to hope that we cling,
Yet in the world we have created I see little to inspire it.
It seems to attempt to be noble won’t achieve anything,
And morals will reward you only with shit.

To try and help people seems to earn nought but persecution,
The immoral thrive while the good near extinction.
And yet ever the good fight against hopes execution,
And the lines between the good and bad start losing their distinction.

I have always campaigned in the name of what’s right,
I have taken many wounds defending the morals I hold dear.
Now I must fall in to darkness while defending the light,
The waging of this battle may be my end I fear.

Recently my endeavours seem to cause only pain,
It seems I am fated to pave my road to hell.
I am beginning to wonder how long I’ll stay sane,
I guess that only time will tell.

So should I to hold true to the ideals that I trust,
The moral high-ground has become lonely to occupy.
Or should I walk on by leaving my soul in the dust,
Give in to the darkness and let my principles die?

It would certainly be easier to worry solely for number one,
Watch as all things become corrupt and degraded.
Or put my happiness away and do what must be done,
Let my own hope be shelved so it won’t become faded.

The choice is not easy but not really that hard to make,
Try to help where I can and hope a difference is made.
Or ignore my heart for apathy’s sake,
But there are certain things I can never trade.

So in the end I must stay true to my heart,
My morals are something I cannot betray.
But perhaps I can fall if only in part,
And do more good in that way.

Perhaps its not wise to be good or corrupt,
Life cannot me viewed like a monochromatic slide.
In the grey area between where there is less to erupt,
The twilight where light and darkness collide.

That from now on is where my morals will dwell,
To occasionally do wrong in the name of right.
To pull a bit of heaven from the maw of hell,
To use darkness to bring about light.