Since when is it over?
Overwhelmed with with defeat
Perhaps a chance for mistakes is threatening
Downsize your loss
Propelled by my greed
Means just getting one more chance
To ridicule me
Each arm posed, the blood holds still
How will I know?
We used to sit together, eyes locked
Anticipating each time we'd meet
Each arm posed, the blood spills
Help them through the night
Are they close?
Do they know about it?
I don't doubt it
The martyr takes a step towards the unexpected
Floating down, no one in sight
Now all there is to look forward to is your anti participation