A Cadence Whoa

Killing despair with the salvation of hope

I cry with expectations
That the sorrows will
Lay down their arms,
I feel shot through
Almost hopeless,
The trigger of my soul
Shall have the last say.

I have wandered around shadows
Lifting the hidden seams they hide,
Barking some off cadenced whoa
Into their cavities.
The smoke of my soul says your dead.