The Suicide Game

A Poem by beezle

Something inside is telling me
that something isn't right.
Why do I see your face again,
did you come here just to fight?
I'm sick and tired of this endless game,
I've already lost inside.
My heart still bleeds with every memory,
I wish you'd let them die.
Just go.

I need to get off of this stage,
your curtain's left it black.
And even when my eyes adjust
I see his lips caressing your back.
Your lingering voice still torments me,
I hear you screaming out his name.
These seeds we've sown I cannot reap
and they're blooming into hate.
Just go.

Something inside is telling me
that my lifeline's getting low.
When every time I see your face
is like a blade against my throat.
But tell me what can I do, when everywhere
that I look you're all I see?
Your penetrating eyes are like daggers
piercing into me.

Just go
please just go,
don't make me lose control.
I know you want to play
the suicide game,
I know,
just go.