Sweet bleeding sleep
And dreams that weep;
The night, it seeps into
Ears that wait for the call of
A victory that's not coming.
I battled long for
A love I knew was strong
But unknownst to me
My love she flew to
Another she knew to be stronger.
Long wasted days, nights ablaze
With song and drink, all to
Keep me from thinking.
Drugs and sex and games complex
To bind this wounded attention,
'Til the body's bent, the monies
Spent and no hope of either
Returning.
My dreams of old, those
Loves grown cold, now fit but
For my funeral pyre's burning.
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