A Deadly, Sinful Game

Some days It just seems so hard to breath, As if the world is reaching out To get a firmer grip on your throat. Now sit back and take a note. Listen as I shout; Getting the response I wish to achieve, As it all falls into place. You are growing scared, But I do not stop. You will see my pain In which the world has caused. I have paused. I yank hard on your chain, Hearing your neck pop And your vision is impaired. LISTEN! I shout louder, Getting my point across; Making my pain known. It is finally shown. You are the cause; A coward. The blood glistens. My pain is gone, It went with you. You were a pawn, In this game for two. I played and I won. Victory is mine. Now the game is done; I've made my sign. Now when it feels hard to breath, When the world has you on your knees, Begging for mercy And you plead, Know that my pain That I held in Was caused by none other Than a sin Made in the game... I have nothing to gain...