Every day is a new way to see the game.
Your Dungeons and your Dragons are out there,
So trapped in this mind is where I stay.
The demonic hordes, the howl from beyond.
A hell of my own creation.
Stuck deep within the wardrobe locked away by a lunatic basement dweller.
All the emotions, all the feels, hate, too late, contemplation, elation.
If only I found a way to read it on reddit,
Your jackass hackery of mockery could have been avoided.
I know you are pleased with your tomfuckery.
These games you played will leave you playing solo again.
What do I wish for?
The end of your half-cocked wet dream.
The thing you never realized it that I am so very strong.
Even on my own, standing here, I am bullet proof.
And you are an apparition only in my rearview.
Do I grant you congratulations? Fuck no. Because you haven’t bested me, you just tested me, reminded me, that I never deserved to be treated like this.
Treated like a pariah while you are your fucked up “Christian” values led you down this path towards the hell you’re only destined for.
What’s next, he said?
A day without your endless bullshit.
Somewhere to be free from all of it.
Too weak to run, too strong to break down.
With a smile on this face, you think I am still your clown.
Too reliant I was, on you.
Too believing in the power of family.
Too trusting in love.
Watching from the inside calm walls of the violent tornado.
Is where the world reveals itself.
May your God bless your soulless style, your soulless existence.
From this vantage point, I will commit you to hell.
Will it get better? I don’t know.
Heavy is this head.
Heavy is my head that still wears a mighty bejeweled crown.
All alone, I still dance.
All alone, I carry on.
You can read these words and know in your heart they’re meant for you.
They’re meant for the person you didn’t want me to see.
Maybe you will never see.
Maybe you will never care.
This time I do not care if I win.
But, to destroy me, you will have to get in line.
To destroy me, you will have to find another time.
To destroy me, the game you are playing just rolled nine.
Your time is up, the clock ringing out a familiar cuckoo.
It was you I wanted but you were never there for me.
It was us that should still be laughing right now.
For you, for me, the timer has reached zero.
Mutual destruction guaranteed.
There will be no winners. There will be no losers.
There will just be the assholes I thought you were.
The Kobayashi Maru did have an escape.
You just didn’t think I was strong enough to resist.
My heart strings may have been broken.
Not from your stretching and pulling.
Rather, from the deepest plunge of my knife.
This heart is cold, stone cold.
For you, this heart of stone no longer beats.
For you, I don’t care if your game is incomplete.
This queen stands tall.
The king has fallen.
Long live this queen.
Get in line but get out of my way.