To Win Or To Loose

To win or to loose No matter we still end up bruised. Broken little pieces of wood Burst into splinters misunderstood Tears warm and salty Leaking as our eyes become faulty Dis-function a term for the heart Tainted with a sinful mark Love a demand-er of fresh new blood Washes over the soul like a flood Promise always made in the moment Then Broken trailing along torment Lies are the new truth being hurled Spilt and spewed from mouths twirled Bitter not hateful yes this is me One of the many souls lost at sea......