Giving the Games Away
Swaying with the music unheard,
With out knowing you're giving the game away.
You Struggle with the turmoil that rolls in the pit of your stomach.
Look into the creature’s eye; he is hiding from the demons there.
Hiding from the rest, afraid of the cruelties they inflict.
Unintentionally you're giving the game away.
The darkness scares you like nothing else.
The pitch is too deep, unable to see your hand in front of your face.
The noise is unearthly, like nothing you have heard, cacophonous.
So you hum the music unheard, the melody still plays in your head
Innocently you're giving the game away.
Your fear overwhelms you, and you turn to go back.
By now the dark is so think, you can't tell which way is out.
Prickly sensations up and down your arms, bugs crawling on you.
Crawling on the floor you're moving again luckily you find the exit
In your ignorance, you have completely given the game away.
Ohh, so sorry, game over, you lose better luck another time.
Next time bring a flashlight and maybe some headphones too.
Maybe then you wont be giving the game away.
Copyright © April Woods | Year Posted 2005
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