Lifes Chess

What is to be said by what is believed, into dreams of misfortunes and thoughts conceived. Perhaps denial in a form of regret, such a fool to try and forget. Sweet heaven a taste inside a tease, wanting only more and begging please. Solitary denial in a fact of reality, slipped within births technicality. Focus on thoughts of darkened light, in a haunting abyss covered by night. Whispering winds inside my palm, a storm coming to overpower the calm. Whatever such purpose to empower my fate, when will I decide on when it's to late. Ironic on things truly rare, into which the inside lacks care. Which is different, yet remains the same, in a constant rearranging the rules type game.