How long shall I gather

The trophies of my past

Joyously cursing myself

For failing to fail;

How long shall I pamper

The dusty mirror of hope

My hatred, my lust

Dripping with the tears now stale;

How long shall I lose

Victory, and win defeat

Dying, trying, crying

In this fearsome gale;

How long shall I survive

A living carcass

Brutally deprived of

The quiet of a grave...