The Invader's Game

My muscles screamed in protest,

My calves and thighs wincing at the pain.

Appartently these Invaders,

Thought our lives were just a game.

Surviving was an issue,

For my siblings and I.

Little had we known,

That our lives were just a lie.

Promises weren't kept,

They were strewn out on the streets.

Where our bodies lay,

Our hearts with no rythym, beat.

Life was a living hell;

To humans, at the least.

The Invaders thought that we,

Where their early-dinner feast.

I couldn't let us die,

I had to save us all.

But hiding was an issue,

And I would have to let them fall.

But Jason and Olivia,

They deserved to thrive.

Even though their promises,

Their lies were their lives.

They relied on me,

Every bit dependant.

And yet I expect myself,

To become independant.

Negativity was a factor,

I had to let it go.

I had to decide who were my friends.

I had to decide who were my foes.

And suddenly I felt sad.

Deppresionate and eager.

To be sitting behind a bush,

When my brother's got the fever.

I crouched like a tiger,

Ready to attack.

And then I felt the hands,

Grasping at my back.

I gasped for one more possible breath,

And I felt my lungs fill with pain.

Because an Invader,

Was winning his own game.