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Stories of Our Game
Part 1 (Cruelty Loves Misfortune)
 
 Backed into a corner
 Barakaded by fate and sickened humor
 
 Frantic eyes search the sky
 Looking for a way out
 Or just a reprieve
 However temporary it may be
 
 Above, a face stares down
 Familiar or not
 It doesn't matter
 Even in desprate times
 Company is always welcome
 
 So I lunge out
 Grasping for anything that my pull me from the deadly still waters
 Hands clutching something
 It beats
 I have her by the heart
 
 Realizing my mistake
 I try to release my hold
 But she resists my retreat
 
 A new player added to the game
 
 Now both cornered with no way out
 W search the sky once again
 And wait for the next move
 
 Part 2 (First Steps Toward A New Beginning)
 
 The air is stearl 
 Fear wafts upon the silent breeze 
 Lights of the city below shine up at us the the threatening dark 
 
 We face each other 
 Eyes locked in eternal conflict 
 She breaks her gaze first 
 And slowly faces me again 
 
 A tear slides gently down her cheek 
 She waits for an answer 
 She waits for a reason 
 But those words would fall on deaf ears 
 
 So I take her hand 
 Reassuring her with my touch 
 As I feel her confusion fade 
 I nod to her 
 Signaling the last move in this game 
 
 With sirens screaming below 
 Our last steps are together 
 Followed by our flight to the streets below 
 
 Our last word 
 With sound pulled away by our quickening decent 
 
 I'm sorry 
 
 When the shadows fade from my sight 
 God's horrid joke 
 Has me waving her coffen goodbye
 
 Part 3 (Unending Resolution)
 
 After departure 
 I stand under the rain 
 Mentaly preparing my leave from existance 
 
 Now you see me 
 Now you don't 
 
 One second I feel remorse 
 For what I've done 
 Be it purposfully or accident 
 
 Then swept away into the void of a nonexistant world 
 Finding numbing arms spread wide to welcome me 
 
 Falling with direction fuled by traces of rage and envy 
 
 She was able to get out 
 Even at a price 
 It was better that where I put her 
 
 But I remained 
 Forever teathered to my place 
 Forever waiting my turn 
 Forced to dwell on the past and the saddenedly predictable future 
 
 I lay at the bottom of this abysmal void 
 The very lowest reaches of everything and nothing at all 
 Exactally where my life began and will end 
 
 A with my last glimpses of what I leave behind to return to my place in this game 
 I see nothing 
 For no one cared 
 For no one could see my hopes 
 The hopes that now are tired and empty 
 
 For no one could see my reality 
 The reality that I loath and couldn't survive without 
 
 To thing that this was all that I can leave behind 
 Untill the final turn 
 
 Knowing that it will never come 
 For I have seen what moves come next 
 
 I close my eyes 
 And drift slowly into nothingness

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