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Loser

Going down with the fall, with every tick of time,
Ready to be held and slayed, in return of a crime.
Ruthless days, just crawl till the dark
Darkness too, throws no mercy on this losing stark.

Shielding the gone, eluding a collapse,
He stares in to an empty faith.
Blinding the mind, resurrecting the time
He runs against and alone, to distil self fate.


For he knows what lay behind, is ahead again,
If death you have achieved, of no worth is pain.
He stares on the other side, yet not blind to the another,
Losing it all in this lost world, He now breeds no bother.