Since when is it over? Overwhelmed with defeat. Perhaps a chance for mistakes is threatening. Downsize your loss. Propelled by my greed. Means just getting one more chance. To ridicule me. Each arm posed, the blood holds still. How will I know? We used to sit together, eyes locked. Anticipating each time we'd meet. Each arm posed, the blood spills. Help them through the night. Are they close? Do they know about it? I don't doubt it. The martyr takes a step towards the unexpected. Floating down, no one in sight. Now all there is to look forward to is your anti participation.