The Fight

Dark shadows fade in the dying sun rise, Well aware of what we've all left behind. Death's marked gaze from behind your lying eyes; The hell we've shared has left us driving blind. You swore we were before forever. The light of love bled in truth's hard fight. Its dwindling core became our never And the vows of lovers' bed took flight. So we count the clock's each reeling loud tick In this ever rending search for life's pleasure. Each mountain gave us the killing sickness; Our remains reach and strain for slighted treasure. Now helpless we watch as love lies dying; Every ember strains to hold its weakened light. But so far back I just tired of all the trying. You just can't win what you can't even fight.