"Life the game"

got bored and wrote this

“Life...the game”  

St. Fugaz

What’s that smell, it’s the smell of hell

A bloody, dirt, rusty, conjured up spell.

It’s like a full well, but it’s full of the sin’s every human soul.

It’s dull and plain, it’s all a game

Plaid by fools and ruled by them too.

What is that in the distance? A dead lifeless body.

With no one to help it not a soul not a family.

Only itself left to rot, and never to rest in peace,

Because no one cared for it so it’s soul was released,

and it is deceased, but we play because it’s all part of the game.

What is this feeling like molten rock, that's sharper than a razor,

But duller than a skipping rock.

This is because of all the anger stalked up

That i’ve taken and propped on an altar

Because to me all this crap is important even though it is taking up storage

But I don’t want to deal with the empty space that it will leave behind

And how filling all of it will take so much time.

But we signed the contract to play the game on our very first birthday

What do I hear in the distance? A screaming of a thousand souls

Screaming for their burial, so they can finally stop being alone

And go to a place the they may call home

It’s louder now, louder than ever

It’s no longer screaming because it has turned into ear busting screeching

And to the noise I am reaching, to cover and keep it from breaching

I can’t stand this game, but I am the only one to blame.

What’s this taste? In my mouth it has been placed.

It is bland, and plain, and my tongue it has stained

In my brain it remains, I hate it.

I spend hours contemplating, wondering, and building rage.

I put it in a cage. I despise it, but I desire it...oh how I hate this game...

This game I never should've started playing it

What is this feeling deep inside of me? Ah yes that's what they call it! Empathy...

It lies in an empty hole inside of me waiting to be set free

It pleads, it yearns, in my colon is burns  

It singes everything as it passes, now combining with my stomach acids

I feel like a boiling, burning, river of magma.

But it’s not just me it’s other people two I can feel them

They feel the same as me “Go away” I scream at empathy

I hate this game, it taken over all of me...even the way I’m feeling.

Have you guessed the game? If you're reading this then you to are playing.

But it wasn’t your choice, you were forced.

This horrible place, this devastating never ending race

The game is life, the one largest never ending strife

The one thing that's causes you to be stabbed in the back

Not once but more times than you can count, enough to fill a mountain

And build a  statue, because of everyone who has back stabbed you

But that's the game that's life so we play until we die...

Author's Note

tell me what you think