There are Loster

There are losers
That keep us company
I do not despair
The time when the fears

On the day when the lips
Leave loose vestiges
And in blood

The violins at night
They go on pretending that
Are loved

There are also the passions
That run like the
cold

Who bites inside?
What dies in secret?

And so it's because of the absence
That you see a friend