The Game

The game is so alluring The desire to have the unobtainable To feast upon the flesh by the lies we created, calls to us. Like vampires we demand more, And leave a trail of victims in our path Some do not even know that they are victims yet The game grows beyond our control, like wildfire. The rules are blurred the lines are crossed without regard Every time we travel this path, we do so with a hunger a desire for something that we can never have We dance along this path that surely will self destruct and care none the less