LOVE IS SOMETIMES USED AS A GAME:
NOT AN EMOTION ONLY A NAME.
THE MAN WHO USES IT NEVER FEELS SHAME:
UNAWARE THAT THE WOMAN WHO LOVES HIM FEELS PAIN.
HE CONTINUES TO PLAY WITH HIS LOVERS HEART:
WHILE SLOWLY HER INSIDES ARE TORN APART.
THE DAY FINALLY COMES SHE CAN TAKE NO MORE PAIN:
SHE FINDS HER OWN WAY TO END HIS CRUEL GAME.
SHE SITS ALL ALONE IN A ROOM WITH NO LIGHT:
IN ONE HANDS A BIBLE THE OTHER A KNIFE.
SHE OPENS THE BOOK ALTHOUGH SHE CANT SEE
SHE'S SCREAMING ALOUD PRAYING LORD FORGIVE ME
HER EYES ARE NOW RED AND SWOLLEN FROM CRYING;
A CUT ON BOTH WRISTS AND SLOWLY SHE'S DYING.
THE PAIN IN HER HEART HURT WORSE THAN THE KNIFE
AND TO THIS LOST LOVE SHE NOW GIVES HER LIFE
