"The Victors"

We called ourselves the victors as our night of passion fell.
We danced to newborn music.
We drank ourselves to hell.
It was not a simple love affair that went as passion ebbed.
We clung to each other mercilessly.
We cut each other and bled.
We stuffed ourselves with memories.
We starved ourselves of truth.
We fed upon each others' lies.
We gambled away our youth.
We gave away our innocence.
We gave away our pride.
We trapped ourselves into commitment~
long after the passion had died.

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