MAN AT LOSE
Unheard were my cries in the echo of a hall
Unseen were my tears in the flood of a fall
Untouched was my heart beneath the unmoving wall
Unsaid were the words of my dead soul
Captivated to the high of a burning flight
Turned away from mirrors for a better sight
Consumed my body without a fight
Hid the demolished face of reality in unveiled night
Just one more time
For a committed crime
And sang the curses in hyme
In the shower of dime
When the blood trickled from a vein expose
And when the souls cried in unashamed remorse
A heart rythmed without a compose
True were the words of man at lose.
