Narcoleptic Hope

It was your own crime, my friend.
Provoked me to my limit.
Hang in there, bear the pain.
Don't cry, don't beg.

You try to blame it all on me.
No one believes you, no one cares.
Drift away from screaming faces,
Hide out in your own lies.

Your tears won't invoke pity,
Mom and Dad won't care at all.
No room for fraudulent words.
Or your narcoleptic hope.

Your soul still has a lot to learn.
Life has been hard, increasingly.
But don't lie down, don't break guard.
It's only getting worse, lovely.

No time for questions anymore.
I am ready now, I'll keep my promise.
I shall have to kill you after all.
My dear, don't you see?
It was me all along.