You want it
But have no need
You crave it
But you'd rarely feed
Once you're inside
You'll want right out
Then back again
I have no doubt
This game here
Is one I own
No one else
Sits on my throne
I claim calamities
And assume atrocities
All while the quiet
Voice inside hides
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
You want it
But have no need
You crave it
But you'd rarely feed
Once you're inside
You'll want right out
Then back again
I have no doubt
This game here
Is one I own
No one else
Sits on my throne
I claim calamities
And assume atrocities
All while the quiet
Voice inside hides
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