In this tongue, no bud as sweet, no dawn for sugar, no breath for candy, no juice for this dry apple stuck in my throat; I lost them to failure.
In this house, no opening for doors, no path for ways, no crack for frames, no sight beyond waves, just walls for gaze; I lost them to failure.
Still, In this heart, no beat for pain, no shape for shame, no blood for loss, no drip for tears; I won it through Hope awarded by Failure.
°AFI