What is it that you play
in your room all alone
late at night, in the dark
hand ready by the phone?

What game of broken lives
has caught you in it's web?
The last time you felt,
in a time way back when.

Interesting this life
of ruination in the night,
with words spat quick.
To destroy, your delight.

What sick and twisted game
is this that you play
how is it that you sleep
keeping nightmares away,

when your words of abuse
are all that I hear
how is it that you rest
with nothing to fear?

For I will tell you this,
now you play with me.
I've words you don't know
can't explain, can't see,

I'll crush the foundation
push you back where you belong
you won't play this game
not with me, not for long.

I'm stronger in my faith
in my words, in my love,
and of this sick game
I've had quite enough.


WhiteRose