End of the Game – #DarkPoetry

Losing Chess

Shackle me in this Prison of my making,
Torn and Tempted, almost breaking.
Lavishing in the dark pools of the Lost,
Drinking in Delirium
No matter the cost.

Poison from the depths of my Soul,
Frenzy and Ecstasy the only goal.
Lush Timelessness into which I am sinking,
Bowing before idols
Never thinking.

Gasping on the Periphery,
Reaching for Contagion I cannot see
Yet You are there, Calling my name
Ever Waiting,
For the End of the Game.







Photograph found on Pinterest

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