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Suicide GameIt's a game,
it's all a game, they keep
repeating this to me.
but, games are't supposed to be this way
Am I supposed to bleed?
They told me this game was fun!
But I am just another piece
Another piece in this game and
they are going to get rid of me!
I have to follow the rules...
all the things they tell me to do.
It won't be long till I'm singing along telling
people to play this game.
A game that is sinister
A game without an end.
FallingMy world is falling apart and
there is No One to save me from the dark
Ignore the pain the pain they; sure!
I've already tried that before
how do you ignore the voices that are
trying to kill you some more?
Anchors, Suicide?Let the anchor pull me down
I wanna sink to the ocean ground
let the waves take me under
I wanna fall into a deep slumber.
Let the fish hear me scream
I wish to scare them, in their dreams
let the light search for me in the dark
I wanna hide forever with the sharks.
Let the current drag me away
I wanna go somewhere, far away
Let the water touch me skin
I wish to die, not live.
Let the darkness suffocate my soul
I wanna lay here, forever alone
Let the fish sing songs of sorrow
My heart will die before tomorrow.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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