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The Games We Play

You are the perils of turmoil.

You are the presence of my prolonged anorexia.

You are the windows with taped foil.

You are the reason for my Chlamydia.

You are the anger in my unholy punches.

You are the sadness of my forgotten loss.

 

*You are the anger hidden in the hollows of my sour rotten skull.

You are the forgotten sunshine and daylight in my nightmares.

You are the glass I drag down my arm which has turned dull.

You are the reason for my sexually transmitted disease scares.*

 

You are the man who rips my joyrides away.

You are the woman who stole my heart away.

These are the games we like to play.

So I feel like offing myself every single day.

 

*You are the perils of depression.

You are the angry perfectionist

You are the sad and crying children.

Because you refuse to listen...*

 

You are the poison hidden in the ice cream

You are the haunting evil in Satan's blackened eyes.

You are the child that your parents are missing.

You are the widow who continues to lie.

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Oct 7, 2011
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