Tag your it, as they fall to the ground
They run for cover,
Any place to hide, not to be found,
Tag your it,
Screams heard all around,
Peering slowly around
As but by a hair, a body hits the ground,
Tag your it
They lie motionless tagged.
Blood drips warm from a cold mouth,
The tag still sticking out.
This game of fun, with ****** in mind
Are you the strongest to survive,
Running with tag in hand
You tag those around
Body count rising,
Less and less to tags to be had.
Who will escape the tag, left standing
As all those fall cold to the ground,
Tag your it,
Penetrating my body
Pain,
Anger,
Blood,
You missed, as I tag them in the throat
They die before they hit the floor,
Blood soaked leaves, green now red all around,
Where many stood, now the few
Players of a game where the fun is to survive.