i wrote a fucking poem because i fucking felt like it
I’m chasing an echo
A song already sung
A battle already lost, a war already won
Move on, you beat them
Celebrate
I can’t help but ponder the loser’s fate
We’re all losers in war
The winners are just the ones who hurt the least
Or maybe they hurt the most
And they kept going
Call it inspiring, but
Now they have no more blood left to bleed
Winner sings a song for the losers
Who knew it wasn’t worth it
To keep fighting
Winner bleeds when they have no blood left
Still bleeding
Bleeding air
They don’t know why
It reminds them that they are still human
Maybe the losers won’t come back for another round
If there’s no one left for them to fight
You cannot take revenge
On a corpse