no hope

again, for justin.

a light has been extinguished
with one collective breathe.
we are all at fault here.
our hands are all staind crimson
with his blood.
we all killed a piece of him,
a little bit at a time.

there are no saints.
there are no sinners.
there are no victims here.
only broken dreams,
only shattered lives.

there is no light.
there is no warmth.
there is no hope here.
where once there was beauty,
where once there were reasons to live.

there is no hope left
and
will there be any hope here
ever again?