Sick Little Game

Sick Little Game

Broken wings and a crooked smile

I think that you've been gone awhile

Betrayed and hurt alive but dead

A broken heart and tearful eyes

Not enough truth in the lie

Not enough love in your life

Blood and tears and your gone again

Your born to lose so youll die to win

Maybe if you could have chose

But i guess thats just the way that this story goes

No one ever wins in this sick little game

But go on and try and maybe youll find

The secret of the game

This sick little game

Of Life

poem by Queen Of The Damned
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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