You’re losing but you’ve won

You’re the bitter sweet vocals lingering,
Surrounding my thoughts in a cloudbank.
They imprison my mind like an island,
Blinding my sight with each little word.

Losing all grip upon reason and hope
I justify lies with small truths
Yet empty words fill empty minds
And the empty shells you leave behind.

But your oxymoronic lifestyle
Has misplaced its moral compass
Somewhere off the beaten track
It lies with karma on its back.

You’ve played your game too well this time
Slipped up, and revealed too much
I accepted you and your evil ways
But then you changed the game you played.

Won a trophiless victory
Meant to enhance self-pride
Left broken, burnt, beaten, bruised
And a needle and thread for another to use.


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