The battle was won but I am numb
logs bleed in the river,
as I suffer this disaster.
The dust blows at my feet
I cannot move from defeat
the moon shines upon my face
I am not proud.
For the people I've killed
I sink in the pit of quicksand they create,
for I fear the screaming will not escape
but still I feel your kiss, only.
that awake s me on the seashores of hope
and therefor you become the cure for my poison.
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