The sun is a phantom,
moon an illusion.
Drunk are the stars
drenched in confusion.
Angels are evil,
demons; their pet.
But my dear, do not fret.
It is just a silly game set.
I am the only friend,
to your lonely self.
I am the grave that loves,
all skeletons on your shelf.
Hell is vacant, heaven is not.
Everyone; a monster in deceit.
But my dear friend, do not fear.
It is just a silly game put on repeat.
~26/9/24 EH ©
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Word count - 81
Lines - 11
The worst time in your life.
Would you refuse the reality?
Or accept it?
Fun fact - I am not into video games.
What about you?
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