Losing Game

Shackle me in a Prison of my making,
Torn and Tempted, at the point of breaking.
Lying in the dark pools of the Lost,
Drinking in Delirium, no matter the cost.

Poison from the depths of my Soul,
Frenzy and Ecstasy the only goal.
The Timelessness into which I am sinking,
Bowing before idols without ever thinking.

Wanting all, living on the Periphery,
Walking into Contagion, but I don’t see
You standing there, Calling my name
Ever Loving, Ever Waiting, for me to end this Losing Game.

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