Minecraft

My heart is like a minecraft game

In creative mode, I'm not the same

Person that I used to be

E'r I had fallen from the tree.

Of life, Oh God what have i done

This race I've run

My opponent has won.

Oh what goes on inside of me

God why do you chisel so carefully

While Lucifer,he takes a pickaxe

Tears whole blocks at another glance

The game field of my mind

Is torn away

I don't know what else can stay

I need a magic potion, few more blocks

The waste is creeping in, over my eyes.

Reviews

[Joshua Haring-Kaye]

It is not the best piece I've ever written.