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To Lose
I take a bite into a new bullet, I let its inner substance take my voice away, Until I am left with your awful taste- I want to lose today I know all this effort was for your gain, I have walked these bridges of woe and pain Captured in your wiles of delirious plot- I plagued you for a reason to remain Catching your fire with my broken soul, I bought time for you to talk some more Till you were no longer a talk, But a listen between our life and the door Matching your storm to my calm, Crashing my waves to your rocks, I felt the need to lose Every moment you breathe in a breath I must catch my share of your blues I run yet still- to lose I cry ‘til I’m dry- to lose I fly ‘til I’m gone- to lose I bleed ‘til I numb-to lose I break into the sun-to lose I fight always-to lose I live always-to lose To lose, is to downright refuse To become the growing chaos That you put all your miserable listeners through To win over your heart is to cross the threshold Between a life unwanted and a goal desolately attained And yet every victor after their relief of winning Who claims to earn your war-struck love, Must suffer the consequences Must suffer the dismal aftertaste Of your inevitable fall And rage
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