Mangoes

And maybe this time I should
And maybe this time it would
And maybe I'll forget what history persuades it wants of me

You taste of mangoes in the darkness
Spinning time in chaos
The flooding hours like a minute's essence so pure and sweet

My voice is dark and broken
So much I leave (unspoken)
There must be a right time to give in in losing, how might I win?
How might I win?