They warn me
that he is using me
and that he is playing a game of chess
in which I am the pawn.
But I have to smile
because I am the player
and he is but only the King.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
Chess
They warn me
that he is using me
and that he is playing a game of chess
in which I am the pawn.
But I have to smile
because I am the player
and he is but only the King.
