I lost a fight in a war,
No blood, no gore,
As pathetic and weakened as I felt,
I still couldn't feel the pelt.

Rised then fall,
Its all a dance, a ball,
Can't stop so why try,
In here its only dry.

To be gone before the frame,
To be saved from the pain,
It's all I could do with this loathing,
All I could show with this clothing.

To be great and be just,
To be purged in the guilt,
Nothing but a battle lust,
As I slowly pieced together this quilt.

I could've continued and showed him who I am,
But after all he still had a plan,
As god forsaken this and gave him justice,
To be turned to just-is.

Never getting a chance again to be,
And not winning the war,
He is what I wished not to see,
But he was the cause of my core.