The Game

( I know it's long, but please read and comment, I'd really appreciate knowing what you think)

The game begins at 12:09
I wake with inspiration
But I find nothing mine
Want turns to desperation

I pace my room in anger
Oblivious to this life
Ignoring the obvious danger
That is my knife

This is no mind game
Nor fun play time
Everything is the same
Not a single perfect rhyme

This questionable solemnity
Has taken over me
But it doesn't lack my pity
And it's now 1:03

For this game I'm not well equipped
Have no faith in me
My grasp of life has slowly slipped
Will to live, not be

I have no blade
Nor pair of scissors
The red river I have made
Dries up- not by my decision

My way of life-- the way I prayed
Was ripped from me, I am desperate
To win the game being played
Without withdrawing from it

I lost my.. everything
And in its hate
Is something called nothing
The clock clicks: 1:28

A game of choice
Of misgivings
Of screaming voices
From the barely livings

Death rings like a bell
Disrupting sounds of hell
While no one can be well
And catching all who fell

A roll of dice
Disrupts my fall
I pay the price
Ignore the call

Death embraces living
Surrounds it with sorrow
But what it's really giving
Is only lent to borrow

No playing board
Nor deck of cards
No winning sword
Or "it's too hard"'s

Life is engulfed by darkness
The least serious regret
Because dark can become no less
Than something you forget

Death interrupts us all
Beckons with its' grace
But nothing can ever end these shames
Death shows on our face
And ends the fun and games

The clock flickers in disgrace