The Game. Alone.
I guess when people
forget you…
condemn you…
abandon you…
In your darkest time…
Chaos takes over…
Madness envelops you…
While you rage war
with your demons…
They bathe by the sun…
Living in paradise…
You look up the sky…
Trying to find God…
And all you see…
All you can think of…
Is to live through…
the agony and pain…
Empty your soul…
And just finish the game…
– Poetic Dustbin