Suddenly Painted Red

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Now here is the real question, is life just a game?

Submitted: February 26, 2014

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Submitted: February 26, 2014



When you've been knocked off your high horse,
You've been drug through the mud,
You've been internally bleeding,
Barely gasping for life

Your crown shattered on impact,
The jewels were all stolen,
Oh and the gold seems to be embedded in your brain,
I guess while we're here, we'll add more bad news,
Your kingdom has fallen,
Your army is in their graves,
Prisoners of war,
The rest were burned in the wake

Now tell us how you feel,
We know you'll make it through,
We don't want to make this any harder for you

But just one more thing, just one little thing,
You'll never speak again,
We're not even positive you can think,
This may seem overwhelming, a catastrophe
But trust us when we tell you,
This is better than the hearse

So you choke back the tears,
You'll smile in their faces,
At least smile the best you can,
With those shards in your flesh

They couldn't see it in your eyes,
The silent screams of desperation,
That strange jolt of shock when they read your suicide declaration,
The dark night you were found,
Your blood dripping from the chess table,
Suddenly now painted red as a rose

Now here's the real question,
is life just a game?
Were you a pawn on the board,
a knight or a king,
or were you the one behind every move,
were you God of your fate?

Could it be one last option, temporal inevitability,
Written in a dying star, eons ago,
Crawling across an abyss of millions of red roses?

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