The End of the Line
The card reading, those snake-like eyes,
twice as many, still one prize.
Those reaping balls, full of dread,
why not someone else instead?
Of course it's me, I have bad luck,
now I'm, what? A sitting duck?
Good-byes, good-byes, these tears I cry,
I will never stay alive.
On the train, the train of doom,
District Twelve still in gloom.
Watch the reapings, there's too many,
to Snow, not even worth a penny.
How on earth do I face them all?
Most of them are just too tall.
I'm too small,short, for my age,
here's my story, another page.
I'm on my way to the Games,
I wish they would go up in flames.
I hate this place, it's just so petty,
I'll get my hands on a machete.
I dont' want to kill the others,
just the gamemakers, the "mothers".
At the centre, we're not far now,
to where the gong will sound.
The food looks good, seems like wood,
I would leave here if I could.
Training time, I'm good at nothing,
bad for me, I'm not bluffing.
Private session, this is bad,
there's not a single skill I had.
Scores are up, I got a four,
I bang my fists upon the floor.
Chariot rides around the square,
my miner's costume isn't rare.
Interviews, this is great,
now I'm just murder bait.
I'm in the tube, I'm shooting up,
now I need water, in a cup.
On the plate, supplies gleaming,
other tributes are steaming.
I see a pack, that pack is mine,
there's no way I'm leaving that behind.
Azure blue sky, the grass, lush green,
it was the greatest place I'd ever seen.
The animals, they seemed so cute,
but they made my screaming mute.
Can't drink the water, can't eat the fruit,
shoot a dart, grab the loot.
Find Haymitch, be his friend,
stick with him until the end.
Walking, walking, we don't stop,
walking, walking, I just flop.
He says that it ends somewhere,
his reasoning is just unfair.
We reach the end, it's just a cliff,
I turn to leave, but he stays stiff.
We split up, we won't fight,
but I don't know I'll end tonight.
The birds, they came, I should have known,
all I have is one last moan.
How I wish I could be home,
where my sister watches, all alone.
Gamemakers, for this, you'll pay,
I'll get you back for this one day.
Still, they'll hear my stifled cry,
I never really said good-bye.
Send me back, to my sister,
and to her, I'll leave a whisper.
I'll tell her "For you, I tried my best,
now leave me somewhere I can rest."
Her heart will break, but she'll move on,
although her sister will be gone.
When you lie me there to sleep,
have my golden pin, to keep.
I don't want it with me here,
I need to cry my last tear.
Pass the pin along the line,
it shall be forever mine.
I was Maysilee Donner,
and I was always a goner.
Avenge my death, get them back,
get my blow gun from my pack.
Remember me, don't forget,
I'm leaving you, place your bet.
I pass through the bright, white light,
behind that door is no more fright.
I'm safer here, there is no hurt,
but I want out, I'm set to burst.
I want to stay here, but I need to go,
there's yelling, it's Haymitch, "No. No! NO!"
I feel the dying, the pain is gone,
why did it have to take so long?
The cliff, the axe, the games are done,
how I wish it was me who'd won.
It's no use, I'm gone for good,
but to the Capitol, knock on wood.