Game of End.

deception of difference
the game we play
permission
can you end or stay

difference in scars
and a motion to stay
no I can see
this game you play

what do you want
what can I be
you have to die
to let your eyes see

the deception in scars
in color I see
the strings on a puppet
Is the master of me?

this distance around you
the end that I know
all in color the game
you play for this show

this choice of fate
this game of lies
not name of you
but in the eyes

the difference in numbers
the color of end
the game you play
this game of me

this game of end
this game of lies
the colors I bend
that bleed from your eyes.

Reviews

[Clockwork]

I agree that your rhymes, while they do not reach for large words, flow well with the message you weave. I got a Devildriver/Metallica vibe from this piece. I can see how your musical background, both playing and listening, effected this write.

[alan khan]

you do so well to rhyme and not have the flow of the poem suffer from it. awesome work.