Treasure Island

Mandy MMR

(10/30/91 / Texas)

To Lose Yourself


The sword comes down
Your friend on the ground
You scream your rage
His blood forms a pool
The tears on your cheek cool
Your friend is dead
You gather your courage
Before you discourage
You stand up to fight
You have no chance
You stand askance
You draw your sword
Your courage anew
Your nerves are few
Screaming, you charge
You will not have your revenge
Your friend is not avenged
You lose yourself
You're lost forever
Forced to endeavor
Your life is ruined

Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011
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