Sydney La Roche - This Battle's Lost

I appreciate this battle's lost.
Velvet violins dulcify despair.
Tabla's pound and pennies are tossed,
As angelic anguish adorns the air.

Sweetly, swiftly slaughtered by this song;
A mystical melody that haunts like a phantom.
Life's so short, yet the nights are so long.
Constantly allured by this handsome anthem.

Harmonies from underground.
Shrill notes with no resonance.
Echoing indented sounds;
From my beating heart, and it's dying innocence.

I'm in a state of calamity;
Melancholy as calm as the lake.
Never has their been such soothing catastrophe.
Never has feeling alive,
Been so at stake.

But I appreciate this battle's lost
This oil black pool, I'll sink into
And when that penny's finally tossed;
Somebody else is lost and at a loss too.

Sydney La Roche

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