My heart shall die a thousand deaths with but a single glance. My tortured soul cries out to the heavens and does not get a reply. God is there but does not listen to the cries of a bruised and battered soul. My goal is there but not within my grasp. Holding fast to another as I lay and die. The winner gets the spoils and another soul shall die this day because of forgotten love. Twist of fate in ruins of lore release in me a righteous score. Now I lay me down to sleep and never do I wake. A lonely soul forever cursed in seeds of hurt and shame.