Gamed

Play! Me! Hate! Me!
Polish the stone which cannot fix…
Be sure not to rely on it.

This world is spinning and to it you must hold.
If you don’t you will be cast from the fold.
No remorse or a seconds thought.
I would say pity but I don’t wish to abort…
Be amongst those banished from the isle.
Heaped upon that forever rotting pile.
Condemned and contracted to an end.
These demons are not who I wish to befriend!

Play! Me! Hate! Me!
Polish the stone which cannot fix…
Be sure not to rely on anybody.

Wind the tales and hide the tracks.
So much terror is creeping back.
Filling in gaps that once did tear.
Upon the rocks I did spear.
And they ripped me wide to leave me numb.
No the damage cannot be undone.
So wade through ash and brittle bones…
That is the future for which I must atone.

Play! Me! Hate! Me!
Polish the stone which cannot fix…
Be sure not to rely on this.