Play My Game – Unhinged Poem

Behind the door of a haggard wisdom,

was hidden the lies of a demented soul,

wishing and wasting day and night,

waiting for a figment that could never be,

building a wall around an unrecognisable face,

not lying,

not hiding,

pretending to pretend,

a mirror sealed on lips of sin,

you call the bluff,

unprepared for the horror that is before you,

wishing and wasting day and night,

lying to the withered soul that hides inside,

hiding from the lies that your forked tongue tells,

we sit in a circle,

we sit in a hole,

a twisted madness,

in a fornicated soul…

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