Today On the Eighth

Awaiting for death's return
In the cold, hasty night
Your skin will start to burn
Because of the battle you tried to fight

You lie there still
Thinking thoughts of the past
You flinch because the chill
Seems to come all too fast

Your brain begins to fuzz
Causing your thoughts to break
You were thinking of what was
But now death starts to take

You knew if you tried to fight
You would unsuprisingly lose
Even if you were the good knight
Your winning chance always reduced

This is because you had no faith
You didn't believe in yourself at all
That's why today on the eighth
You lost the unforgiven brawl