All the Things

All the things you cannot have,
All the things you crave.
All the dreams that didn’t last,
Into the following days.

The troubles that have set you back,
Of which you are enslaved.
What you should’ve gotten past,
That still fills you with hate.

The things that came and went too fast,
That were not worth the wait.
Memories that turned to black,
We couldn’t hope to save.

All the forged and joyless laughs,
The people, so DEPRAVED.
All the painful, selfish acts,
That make us lose our faith.

THERE’S NO MORE USE TO PRAY