The Game

**Bad Wolf** · **Bad Wolf** on Mon Oct 06, 2008 12:14 am

Never mind the changes
In your spirit as your heart
Blackens and your soul
Slips away forever,

Leaving – cold and hollow,
An emptiness that can not
Be ever be filled,

Each breath taken, my be
Your last,
Tears of blood run down
Your face – searing your
Flesh,
permanently separating
you from
What was left of
Your humanity

Feel the hunger build,
As it eats away at your
Very core

Feel the Thirst
Feel the Pain,

~ Kill ~

It's all part of The Game

~
Jacquelynn /sep5-96/