she says she feels the hope
slipping silently away
she says she feels the help
fading like sky blue to gray
she says she feels the hunger
begging in autumn dismay
she says she feels the hell
hugging her each loveless day

i hear the hope spiraling as
a heart strives for release
i hear the help come screeching to
a halt just short of peace
i hear the hunger as it makes
an art of sick torment
i hear the hell sing and dance
with her disillusionment

i say that all i know about hope
is that it's still there
i say that all i know about help
is in my next prayer
i say that all i know about hunger
is in what i feed me
i say that all i know about hell
is when i don't need me

much more to be said, no more to be revealed, this time i'll be discreet, and let my lips stay sealed. bye invisible friends.