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
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