Noughts and Crosses

by Phantasmal Abduction

My view of Riku fighting against the darkness. In the dead of night it all becomes too much, and he reaches for his knife...

I play noughts and crosses on my skin,
In the dark of night
When the games of light and laughter
Get just too much.
In the darkness of my midnight
I am drawn deep
Into the diversion of noughts and crosses
That let my demons loose.

Grid of ruby brilliance
Delicate sliced lines
Dreamy razor movements
I play for my soul.

Cruel sport marks my once smooth skin,
The night screams.
As the stars stare, implacable and cold
My blood runs for the game.
Morning comes and the night wears thin.
The game is played out.
Bloodstains blot out the victor and vanquished
But it does not matter.

The crimson river
Makes cross and nought the same.
Nothing is lost
And nothing won
In these dark games
Of madness and blood.

The sun shines bright on the playful wounds
And dries the incidental blood.
The leisure in the gleaming day is replacing
The midnight games.
Just as the night screams sin and carnage
So the morning heals.
Only deep inside do the scars of night stay,
Hidden until my next midnight.

End game
Blood spilt
Dreams lost
Reality won
My soul
Still split
Not dead
Not alive.
Noughts
And crosses.