Just a Game

Sinners are winners,
and vice-versa

Killing the willing
and you don’t wash your hands

Doing bad ‘cause you’re sad
such bulls***, I say

We are sadists and masochists
just because we like to be

Practicing pain in bloodstains
on your carpet of lies

Sexing and hexing
is all wicked fun

What a shame is life’s game
but I just can’t stop
Living.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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