Hope

Built a castle of hope;

a tornado stormed it down.

Walked down the road of delirium,

After I let my spirit drown.

Strangled my throat,

And suffocated with my own thoughts.

Sought for salvation,

after I killed my own guts.

With the rise of moon,

a light of hope illuminated.

But with the dawn approaching,

this gleam of hope faded.

Was stuck in the gravity,  

So I anticipated a downfall.

And the voyage to tranquillity,

sank before the arrival.

Tried to stay still,

at the rendezvous of escapism.

My spectrum of hope,

is on the dark side of the prism.

Constellations aligning away;

Is it a sign to my insanity?

Manifestation of hope; 

Is it my deluded vanity?

Context: "Hope" is usually something that keeps us moving, but it is seldom terrifying. Sometimes you have nothing but hope and that very hope double crosses you, making you lose yourself completely.