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Defeated Love


Well a lifetime slipped right on by Underneath my wing In the space between youth and it's timeless lies A lifetime found its way ahead of me One more time I thought i'd outrun it But it left me dumb and blind And im no stranger to doubt, im no stranger To anyone with a shadow hanging about I tug relentlessly at paradoxical ways of questioning my faith And my shot value of self Painting W A R on the mirror in my own blood, battle myself and die hard each day as im dragged up By these muscles in my shoulders, pull me up off, lift my weight Reach my arms out toward the gods who I have surely grown to hate Im so unchanging Lost for naming Starved for truth Then left to blaming So what is left is just a hell A perfect home for an empty shell Of what could have been And of what once was The lonely remnants of defeated love.
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