A Racehorse Named Desire

Should we have walked six miles instead of two? What else were I to do? Bowed down and raging Fuming in our cages I left it all to you You wield your power and I could only cower to the fear of losing With you I'm always losing How awful the decline Fanfare to jeers Running into the fears Stayed by the friend The cause of my end They don't know your ache Torn between familiarity and desire A lustful spiral Why is it all dark when it's supposed to be black? I am better than your lack Now faraway and mending You opt to continue what I've ended The unspoken is so loud between every line every pause never innocent, this cause I fell here but not far I pained here but not broken I wear the stain of what belongs to you Freedom in manhood to feast without repercussion I, scourged for fighting battles only I know I've won Because with you I'm always losing but you're the lost one