One Nighter

I was breathing for the moment

from a one night stand.

I know what I did.

I repeat, no comment,

But life toys with us all,

And the fall

Of a man can be great.

This feels like a confession

But its just too late.

Not looking to ingratiate,

But I am dead weight.

I am a victim,

Of the monument

I created.

I want this for the record

And was always told,

Things would be ok for me,

But they weren’t.

Fingers burnt,

But I cant leave the field.

Come back with your shield or, on it.

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