A chess match, inside myself, in my head.
The rules don't seem applicable today,
Logic is gone, I would rather be dead.
Alive and well, I'm in this hellish play.
Back and forth, and back and forth, black and white,
Your turn, my turn, your turn, wait, who are you?
I am playing this game by myself, right?
Fighting myself, 'round and 'round, never through.
Once a defeat has been made, losers weep.
To the victor goes the spoils, my life.
The smoke has cleared, I sob, without a peep.
Stalemated forever, my pain, my strife.
A word for the wise, serenity hides.
Stoically waiting, longing, for your eyes.