This one starts in my regular slow poetical rhythm and then breaks into very short and sharp verses. Maybe it could’ve been a song.
You’re throwing away the roses
And I’m counting my loses
I won’t lose my peace because
This battle is a lost cause
You’re nothing but a ghost
I know that I lost
The reality grip
I might’ve seen you in my sleep
Never again
Getting the strain
Of this shame
Through my vein
Leaving a stain
On my fame
All in vain
Going insane
Crushing a plain
Wrecking a train
Through the lane
Through my brain
Through the day
Through the pain
I’ll never be the same