A Loss Is A Loss Is An Endless Fugue

Wrought from a fate colder than iron,
Desolate is the one who starves his soul.
God comes and then abandons you who thirst not.
Love abandons you who believed not in virtue.
Faithless is he who resides in this place.
This blood thirsty building cares not
For your abandoned pride.
You challenged the gods and lost, ha,
Yet he who challenges not dies in vain.

Break free from your foolish pain,
Cast aside what you cannot see.
Yearn for what you will never be.
Destroy the heart that burns
As the world continues to turn.
It leaves a bitter taste on your palate
Which you will never be free of.

Lay on your back;
Learn to break free from this self imposed oppression.
Break the surface like it's a patch of thin ice.
Plunge headfirst into the doubts and dissatisfactions
Which plague you like an old haunt.
Then, claw for the surface before you suffocate;
Remember this is a dream, our dream
And you're destined to sleep eternally,
Yet so are we all in this race to superfluous oblivion

Come back quickly as you learn to be defeated;
In the blink of an eye you'll be gone and he'll have moved on,
So bury your heart in your sleeve as destiny allows.
Decided is fate which toys with your very being,
Deny who you are and you'll be as the grave.
Longing for fulfillment; So cold is its embrace.
Pray not, and fear less
For yours is a fate one couldn't hope to transcend.
So elate in your victory, and I'll wallow in my losses
Like a ripple makes a wave my heart will create tranquility
from this ceaseless gyre.