The taste of defeat is sour
on a blood spread battle field
The feeling of drowning
clogs the softest of throats
and deep ripping regret
tears at ones organs and thoughts
why must this feeling rake through me
like the thundering skies of Katrina
why must my longing heart drag me down
into the darkest of holes
and scratch at my every aching muscle
"Let go, Let go"
The deep voices plow through my mind
As the sharp edges of Ds and Fs stab into my back
and the cold taste of regret is the only thing
I have to survive
