An emotion as cruel as hope is habitually found in abundance
What obscene promises does it hold today? What masochistic tendencies does it grasp at?
To what extent does it stretch? What does it want to entertain?
One cannot afford to believe those breathless vows But one always repudiates that notion It is too sweet to resist So saccharine
One must wonder Must aspire Such a necessary cruelty
What sweet domination does it conjure How does one grasp it Confine it
Hope is such an encumbrance But it is the prerequisite