He lost sight of something he could never see before;
And that innocence dripped down in the sweat on his face
He lost touch to a memoir of something that never was;
And that pain scarred deep and left without a trace.
He lost memory to something that never happened;
And such confidence turned to ashes of shallow breath
He lost taste of something that never met his mind;
And wished that it could all never exist in his death.
