The Game
Bleeding, crying veins spurt out before me,
Emptying themseles from blue to red.
Forming a bright sugary sea,
Flowing into puddles and beds.
The trees rustle in the distance unaware,
Of the malicious acts of hate.
Heads bow and bodys crumble in despair,
Minds wondering 'what ifs', but it's too late.
Nerves twist tightly and eventually break,
Under pressure too much to bear.
Those playing now realize the stakes,
Their brains looking beyond the scare.
HMM 1-14-98
Of the malicious acts of hate.
Heads bow and bodys crumble in despair,
Minds wondering 'what ifs', but it's too late.
Under pressure too much to bear.
Those playing now realize the stakes,
Their brains looking beyond the scare.