Tortured souls run on high
Red tears raining from the sky
In this wicked game for one
You must survive or the game has won

Skeleton bodies roaming the earth
In search of the lives they once possessed
With each day that passes by
Their bones get weaker, and start to crumble

“Why is this happening?!” they scream to the tainted sky
No one answers, they never have
Nor’ will them ever

The skeletons transform into ashes
And the gusty, chilling wind
Blows them into the forbidden night sky
For our afflicted souls
Are still captured in their domain

So we sit and watch as our lives start to decay
As they take control of our sentiment
Feelings of exasperation, inadequacy, and sorrow seem to be indestructible

They whisper our names, oh so softly
Calling us to dive into the depths of their footsteps
Seeking acceptance and change
We rapidly change into their skeleton form


Not knowing of the consequences
This little game for one is victorious
We feel as if there’s a massacre of the mind
The feeling of desperation overtakes us

So we march onward, letting everything subside
As our ashes, get blown into the burning night sky


- sarahlynn.