Monday, November 16, 2009

Games.


I am no longer a pawn in your game,
everything is not going to remain the same,
your stench of fear,
has caused so many tears,
my heart broke into pieces,
as it followed your wishes,
My soul bound in chains,
Chains of your torturous pain,
The key hidden under your tongue,
with millions of words unsung.
They will come upon you one gloomy day,
and take you down with the games you play.

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