You told me of the winner

When I was too drained to sleep

When eyes burned into my skin

And puddles seemed to deep

You told me about a game

The favorite of lonely souls

The game the winner mastered in play

Burning his own tongue with hot coals

The winner craved a spotlight

Yet he shriveled in its gleam

All eyes, attention, thoughts on him

A truly flawed scene

The winner grappled with perfect

To fit his self made mold

He couldn’t see his damage done

Blaming those who made him bow and fold

When you heard of the winners victory

Your self simply stopped

Stumbling through disbelief

Like you were the one he shot

The winner made them pay that day

Triumphing over worry and heart

Free from all your affection

Leaving you with the villains part

Yet you couldn’t resent the winner

With his lens painted so black

He thought he left a loveless world

And now he’s won a game he can’t take back

I’ve head people envy the winner

But I no longer can see why

In the end there are just losers

And those whose pride would have them die