The Game of Why
The cruel joke of the game of Life and Death, Playing on and crushing the hearts of all. Why do they laugh as we breathe our last breath? Why do they make the tall ones seem so small? Isn’t there any way to beat this game, To stop the pain, keep our loved ones alive? In the end it will drive us all insane As we say our very last goodbyes. Why must we suffer, feel this pain so great? Why can’t they stay here, still filling our hearts? Why must they leave us, must they reach their fates? Why must this game always rip us apart? In this game, there is nothing we can do; The finish will bring me again to you.
Iradesca · Sun May 29, 2011 @ 09:14pm · 0 Comments |