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the games master
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Dark and moody I'm reading more into what you say
Paranoia is my minds mantle of dark despair
I sleep walk through my plane of negative emotion
looking for a key to open that locked door
invading my darkness
the light seeps through
Pleasantries abandoned
just hard bitter truth
I break my mind on your honesty
invite myself to be your pawn
in this cerebal game
I'm your chess piece
your queen fast becoming check mate
Can't move, can't breathe the air is dead in my lungs
You tap-dance in my head like Fred Astaire
alas I'm not your Ginger
I am looking on,obsessive thoughts
My coffee cup reminds me of you
the car, the roof, my entirety deleted by you.
So I shake off the shackles of my mindset
reevaluate my worth
the cost of this the hardest lesson
I re-take my place
not now as the pawn
Now the games master.
