Twenty-Three is stalking me
(or I might be a bit insane)
I took a peek behind the veil
Now, They make me play Their game.
We sit around the endless table,
Monsters of every kind.
Follow the rules and if you're able,
you might just win back your life.
It takes cunning, it takes wit
So much strategy, I'm sick.
It keeps me up every night.
Indecision. What is right?
Esoteric riddles asked
to mundane minds, challenge tasked
Find they answers that They seek.
Pray your soul isn't weak..
Draw the Rune, take Thy turn
Touch the Fire, feel Him burn.
Cut Thy finger, make it bleed.
Free your Demons, let them feed...
Phantom whispers in my head.
Goddess, help me, I need rest.
Calm the beasts beneath my bed
Cease the beating in my chest
Let them win this stupid game
Give them all for what they came
Every little fucking thing
When lost to Love, what does it mean? |
Submission Name: Endless Game
