Would you know,
When you hit rock bottom,
When your life was turning,
Into a devilish hell,
Were the colours of your world,
Red like autumn,
Or black and grey,
Like the tomb they call your cell.

Would you know,
When you were dead and gone,
Taken out by the queen,
As you were just a pawn,
Insignificant,
Just another piece in this game,
Easily replaceable,
Under the spot light of fame.