You won

Darkened ashes, blow, blow away
Ugly bitterness, lying while you fray
What's winning gonna do?
Can you even look at you?
With that spit, all spoilt and vile
That venom, your typical style
What's winning gonna do?
Can you even look at you?
Lift off, blend in with the air
Furthest, far, far from my stare
Turned beautiful into monstrous
Heavy thumbs, so easy to miss
What's winning gonna do?
Can you even look at you?
Rotten, crumble, crumble, crumble
Spewing your mind, you should mumble
Black paint, dressed in shame
Stinks, that mouth, words you claim
What's winning gonna do?
You won, you're left with you

Stacey Kell
South Africa
2013.11.13
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