Just Another Game

Think I actually care,
How available to me you are,
No matter what time I call,
Or where I'm at you are always there,
You think that you deserve respect,
I pity how alone you've been,
You became what I detest,
You are disposable at best,
A mindless slave at my command,
Bending at all my demands,
Always needy for attention,
So I give you some affection,
Feeling like a puppeteer,
Into darkness you've been steered,
You are not wanted anymore,
Purpose served your work is done,
If they ask I am to blame,
My face will blank,
There is no shame,
Ill respond for my dear acts,
After all you were a game,
That after time has gotten stale.

Reviews

[serpent]

a dark and ghastly description of love that never existed...ironic how people desire and fall for something that they know will never be theirs...acting like puppets seems to be the only solution for such situations...perhaps its only to prolong the inevitable...the black bible in its 7th essay "Not All Vampires Suck Blood" call these puppets as "psychic vampires" that thrive on emotions and attention from other people to survive..often manupulating them... and LaVey has suggested that these people shall be dealt mercilessly...
i think the treatment was indeed correct. 666!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Love it! Well written

[Isha Ethera]

Ha, I feel a sick sad but satisfied sense of this. Very nice writing I must tell you.. They were at your beck and call, intentions cant be misplaced, you gave them only what they fell for.