the game, by perf3ct Subscribe to rss feed for perf3ct

I give up. 
This battle of wits,
never ending will.
Im done. 
its over.
Dont wanna play no more. 
Im retreating to heal,
my battle broken heart.
You win.
I wish you never saw me cry. 
hold me closer, let me go. 
I surrender
can you see my blood?
the gore on this blinding white,
waving in the wind. 
For you.
You did this. 
It was all a game.
You win. 
I lose. 
Posted: 2005-06-27 15:49:38 UTC

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2005-07-01 00:23:49ZeTz_Darke
Very good and creative. Also very sad. Well done.