Come on darling, throw the dice one more time,
change the rules mid way through
and let time take it's toll.
You were my favorite addiction,
a sin so sweet, I couldn't even breathe
but that didn't matter,
because who needs air in their lungs anyway.
A kiss of death is nothing,
in comparison to your games
You'll play your part and I'll play my role-
anyway, it's all the same.
Docile arrangements for the wicked
and the weary never rest
I'll hold my pawn at bay,
hold off for another day.
Come on Darling, do you not see?
The way this game eats away at me-
Baby, it's all pretend.
((The way we eat, the way we live.))
A contest entry
- Breaking Free Is Breaking Me, Like A Cinder Block To The Skull by Lowercase Prelude.
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Comments
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Very good
Has sort of a sinister sort of feel to it
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