the game - revised
(poem / 2006)
The game we play, it has no name
It kills behind the mask of fame
And none are blind to its ancient flame
For countless graves have players to blame
Your mind it will so quickly maim
As the losers sink into silent shame
For Death the losers' souls will claim
But the winner is he who escapes the Game.
2 comments:
hey boo....of course i had to cum nd comment this one!!!!! love all ur poems but dont have enough time to leave comments!!!! anywyaz keep up the good work and never change!!! luv ya
D'nasia
Um. I lose. Sorry.
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