Knife is at the stake of hand ,
The blood will never spill tainted sand ,
The cuts once self- mutilated ,
Have all now been thoroughly decimated ,
Your smiling grin will start to drain,
Due to an aggravation kept in frame,
I come to wonder whether the rage will ever end,
Then i am to remember it's just a part of the game,
A game which i am to never lose,
As failure is a choice i shall never choose,
May i comprise you of your pride?
After all, it's just ego condensed in fright
