Have you ever played The Sims
With the devil's controller,
Where you torment the character
That you customized for hours,
Making them fall in love
With a replica of your crush
Who you would have them wed,
Just to be used and cheated.
Then you keep them separated
Removing all the exits,
As their lack of social experience
Starts to reach its limits
And they're crying erratically
Hour after hour
Weathered down to nothing but
Scattered showers?

Well, sometimes I feel like I'm that Sim
Customized by god, who plays with satan
Both laughing at the mess that they happily created.
Watching me cry in a puddle of my ****,
Until hunger gives in
And I starve to death.

-SLuR