Predatory traces remain amongst the spread soot
The ashes that bore the incentive of a smile
A lonely ribbon flew along the scene - it was caught;
Grasped by the canids of a desperate pastime.

"Papa, can you hear me?"
"I will be holding the candles today"
"You have returned at last..."
"... but why did you leave again?"

Muffled screams, stinging pain, faint echoing of what remains,
The vitality that lingered in the sun,
Disappeared, in its stern gleam.

Trails of anguish resonate through the field, a grand feast
Clotted tufts, sent with grief, are held and spread over the field
My dearest father,
When the light shone down and revealed its deceit,
A realm that struck me headfirst, belittling me,
As you dance with the wind, I cry for an eternity.

The hounds of decay sing a melody, so daunting, intimidating tones
In deafening ecstasy, the games the shepherds play,
The ceasing of a prosperous juvenescence, killing feisty innocence.

In a loud cascade, the scenery deteriorates
Lush wisps of fire, dulled petals flourish in the wind
Dim embers, odoriferous leaves that dwindle amongst the feet
In anger they remained at the efflorescent poppies
The putrid grave that yielded

The warmth of the snow felt enticing, exciting
The numbed senses within the blank slate.

"I will be home tonight"
"Crying in the darkness"
"For my dearest smile..."

"... exists no more."

I figured out this game we’re playing
The first to acknowledge
How we used to be best friends,
Before all that stuff you did,
Is the loser.
But what happens then?
What do I get for losing a sick, twisted game
After I lost a sick, twisted best friend?
Because going through that sure gained me some things…
Turned out great, don't you think?

This game that we're playing-
The one where we don't interrupt the icy walls of silence building up,
Especially to remember when we didn't interrupt the bubbling giggles-
It's one designed to be played by two.
It's made for a pairing like us, I see that now.
And now that I finally understand it for how it is,
We have a game to play.
Bring on The Game.

Why does love have to be a constant battle? Why is it wrong to just tell the one you love that you love them? When did it become more socially accepted to hide how you feel, and treat each other like ****? Why is it normal to push away when someone gets close rather than embrace it? Why is everyone so afraid to love? I am so tired of playing games. So tired of the power struggle. So tired of playing hard to get, but not too hard to get. Sick of feeling like I am clingy or wrong for wanting to be around people I care about. Why are those who express how they feel viewed as weak? It takes a lot more strength to share how you feel than it does to close yourself off from the world. It’s no wonder people feel sad, lonely, miserable, unloved, and alone! Why do we do this to each other.

You've been watching them eat
Why would you?
Their gnashing teeth slurping, crushing
******* the cheese off their fingers

Messy, screaming faces
Jaws snapping on sticks
Waiting & devouring
Bending back heads
The crack of dislocation

Your friends know it was your fault
So, who do you blame?

Oh, but the wonder in those eyes
Why could she never share?
You think she wasn't made for her
How it was sussed out before you knew

The string's cut, though still she dances

We all hide in another skin
But the floor was flooded
The ceiling leaked before
Trapped within a guise
Never will they find him
How could they eat so close to you?
How could you watch?
Why would you?

Psychic type with no
Emotional energy?
Abra fled; no spoons.

Its funny how I can be dead in the brain
Only four hours sleep but still slaying stupid games
The people expect trust when its all turned to rust
Faulty; and your fault for letting it settle in the dust

Like hold up, wait a minute, you ******* me over
That logic you used there; are you certain you're sober?
Don't you dare try to pin your **** onto me
Just because I wont take a drink from a stagnant creek

I didn't come down in yesterdays rain
I know the difference between real and fake
I know when you're brewing an earthquake
I know enough to start making a change

I have the experience of a thousand words
Hidden behind bust lips, sounds left unheard
Vocal chords not humming, no six stringer strumming,
And buzzing like my phone does when lips start running

You could make a change too, stop and think
This relation is parched and needs new drinks
You've brought it all down, suffered in a drought,
Concocted some confusion and forged brand new doubts

I won't buy false gold no more, I'm no fool
Imma fix it up, but I need my tools
Stop acting like one too, start being a solution
You want me back? Well stop toying with my trust for your amusement

If you're going to be a child,
Then put me down.
I am not a toy, much less yours.
So go on,
play games with someone else.