Expendable Game
By Undertaker
The undertaker watches but only from a distance
Cursed yellow eyes following every instance
A
man walking down streets paved with bright lights
Couples huddled
together gripping each other oh so tight
An
inseparable love, this bond shared between two and a kiss
For
others, memories, burried deep, only to be missed
Left
to live lives misery all alone
An architect creating a masterpiece
in a black tone
The future of his dark
devious design
Ending with a big bang, just sign the red splotched
dotted line
With no one to care for in
the world
A pain that grows deeper each passing day
Her, the
onetime silver lining, heart rotted, decayed
A
man left in anguish has no cap on what he might do
Driven by
pain, lifts his head high to gaze at the moon
Reaches down,
pulls out a rusty muzzled gun
Aims it towards a sweaty beaded
head
Repeats deep, those vessels of the mind, “this empty life,
IS DONE”
At the top of his lungs screams out her cryptic
name
Pulls the trigger…
Gears that once rotated with
joy, love, happyness.. no shame
Shattered, broken, it was
all in vain
ending this damned expendable game
-Undertaker
Author's Note:
Pain has no boundryComments on "Expendable Game"
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A former member wrote:
This is beautiful.
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On Saturday, July 13, 2013, bpathos
(77) wrote:
A cognitive postcard from somewhere another mind has been. Thank you.
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On Tuesday, May 28, 2013, blue angel
(866) wrote:
Visually horrifying...Artfully written!. It was a choice my Mother made...
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On Wednesday, April 24, 2013, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Not sure that will make things better and wondering what she might say? Peace brother, and cheers!
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On Monday, April 22, 2013, BlackVelvet Rose
(175) wrote:
i do like this... quite often things are chambered and when released are more broken than they were to begin with....