Ulterior Thoughts

These are the last words of my prayer
I see my faith in him vanishing into the air,

I lost the ones that I found
It seems it will happen because he told me so,

I know he can't be fair
Every other day, the grave of my faith gains a new layer,

I wake up when am not sleeping
I fall when I am not standing,

The sunrise turns me off
Cause the night stops to laugh,

At the optimism of the cynical mind
I wonder if the devil in me can be so kind.