Your moves are black, white, black, white,
Enough to cause an epileptic fit
And in my indecision; I am stuck on gray

This game of logic has me driven to hysteria
&My heart, beating its last notes in a frenzy
Is bound to death row; in a caged nightmare,
with no chance of appeal.

Tension runs thick and heavy in the air
And for each word you drop at my feet
For seconds we think it's over

Though in reality, we have yet alot to bear
How hard it is, to be left alone
The only real thing in this
monochrome wasteland of screaming ghosts

I thought I met someone;-
Another pulse in an asinine world of zombies
But as we whisper our stinging goodbyes
The realisation hits me

And that's it
Game Over

Check Mate.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.01.2010

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