Checkmate

Was it the day I saw you smoking in my courtyard From the window maybe you looked perfectly happy To be killing yourself. Was it when I stepped onto your chessboard With all the arrogance of a Minor God Apprehended innocent Jack of Spades red handed There were no churches in my city When it became your city too I watched illusions of grandeur slipping away between the pews All the while I said, I wanted to be your heaven and hell But do you know, I would not mind losing to you I know I failed When you stomped all over my dead body I have been falling from those first moments with you Defeat never felt so sweet when victory is yours That which is yours is mine I am yours. After all Life’s short and the Game is Long Your live for the Game I live only for being yours.