A beast upon the cross
A win that is marked a loss
I am what you never dreamed of me
The news you want to hear
You are without a single peer
Scream behind a perfectly held smile
A virtue within a sin
An end about to begin
Yet all still point and dismiss my charm
Alive and I am dying
I stop at least I am trying
A cup that runneth over from its shards
A white amid the black
A black that is coming back
So random is the subject of my pain
Another first will be last
A wish made about the past
With my head down I will walk away
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