| | ~The Immortal Game~
Holding the knife high,
The gleam hurts my eyes.
It's brighter than the sun.
The blade has pierced hearts,
And it has condemned souls.
Playing God is a tricky game.
I now under what
It means to sacrifice.
A checkmate is a checkmate,
Whether you've lost your queen.
Am I ready to win?
The blade can strike true,
But my will isn't there.
The gleam hurts my eyes.
I don't want to sin
To be happy in life.
Fell for a temptress,
Love for a sinner.
Where's the innocence?
I must strike a target.
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| | Posted 9/13/2007 6:11 PM - 7 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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