Now the games are here and I am not here

Not mentally here though, but physically.

Only sixty seconds and the start is near.

A bloodbath where most people turn deadly

Death is at every corner, near and far.

A new day will bring more torture to us,

These games have been changing who we all are.

I know I have to win, somehow I must;

If I do live, death will be inside me.

Food is becoming scarce and I am starved.

I see someone, so I climb up a tree,

They see me and instantly I am killed.

I will never see my family again

The winner always has nothing to gain.