White hands reach into a black abyss.
Abysmal chances from second glances,
and the mounting feeling of lack of compassion
lead me to believe altruistic actions are
losing their luster in a rapid fashion.
We cannot carry the burden alone,
yet who will be there when the pounding
hammer on our backs continues sounding?
Reality bites, and is sadistically hounding
our hopes, our dreams, and all our passion.
But it seems to me, that in our greed
it is us that lances, us who romances.
And us who never fight back against the
White hands reaching into a black abyss.