The Loss Of One

by SunShine   Nov 9, 2003


My world’s going black,
Everything is grey.
Beauty is turmoil.
Betrayal is the way.

Survival of the fittest
Someone has to lose.
May as well be you.
Who could refuse?

No turning back now.
We’re almost done.
Survival of the fittest,
And now we’re left with
One.

*Comments would be nice*

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