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It’s all a game

By: Skye

You are a master of your game
the objectives are
to make me feel
to make me hurt
....desire.

Every game has a beginning
and an end
limited moves in between.

I feel like a pawn
a puppet
moving in a direction of your choosing.

When will I know where we’re going
how will I know when we win
do I win?.

What do I win?.
you?.

As yet untitled.

By Skye

I live another day to listen to mine head that pains
like a fragile peice of crystal which suddenly clatters
to the floor and shatters
No seemingly possible way to collect all the pieces
for repair
Nanoseconds float by, pain continues!
time progresses, pain increases
But why?
Isn't it time supposed to heal all wounds


Emotional Turmoil!
How can one willingly continue knowing that the longer
one lives, the more pain one has to endure?


I live another day to listen to other people's joy,
laughter
Exclamation of who sent this to which person, people
getting married, people in love
The bliss is all consuming and gagging
like the rope around one's neck before a hanging


But suddenly...
A light appears, shining on you, making you warm,
comforting you!
A presense forms, holding something dark and heavy
A gun!


You feel the gun in your palms, the shape, the weight
A lyrical sound urges you to pull the trigger
Do you?
Myriad of thoughs run through your mind
Should I, should I not, now, later, live, die, they'll
miss me, they won't, head mouth, no, YES!!!


And the world fades to black.