The Game
I play my cards
I deal the whole deck
The jokers are wild
And sixes mean hell
Three sixes, of course, marks you as the devil
You're the loser, then, as it should be
As the loser you pay your due
The winners do whatever they wish to you
Rape, beat, torture, or tame
And I've never once won our little game
Death
Fear
Darkness
Night
And Light
All enjoy my little plight
While I secretly wish I could take flight
Escape this torture I now call life
That's my only thought
And now I hope it will come true
But it just wouldn't be freedom
Without you