Grieved for the spoken words, Mourn for the memories on hold, Tears like a domesticated fall How could I remain the desire for so long? You lay down the rules, put down the knight and pawn, We played chess, I never thought, I was playing with death, on my own. With trembling hands, Holding a riffle Pinkish flesh, bullet holes. Under the name of fidelity, You choose apologize and sorry In the middle of the dessert In the middle of the drought You offered me an oasis Yet, there's a poison ivy on it. With your overwhelming desire they ignite my skin on fire, But you left me burning, While my bones started to mending The snow flakes fall, You became my warmth, my scarf, In the midsts of summer You became my warning and danger Place your bet, put down your cards The game is about to start, Sing the gospel, hold your belief, This is the endgame and Mischief. CHASING GAME SERIES #3 THE FALL

Camila is a girl with plans on her palms. Her life was regimented. After College, work, accomplish her personal list, to walk in the most prestigious runway show, and to build a life she dream of. But life has full of surprises. A kind of game no one was used to play. There's no game plan. There's no routine. Her dreams crashed, when the pandora's box was served in front. With an utmost curiosity and determination, to open it was a forbidden action. It resulted for something wild. A feeling of sensation sipping through her soul. A redamancy they called. The faith became unsealed. The future revealed. On an apocalyptic moment, the sky darkened, swallowed by the shadows, it is the announced of the hoax, sincerely by the reality. Ladies and Gentlemen please all stand, Are you ready to run? With an utmost intimacy, Lets Chase wild redamancy. CHASING GAME SERIES #2 THE KING

Under the young sun, you bloomed in a crimson blood rose, with my gentleness and wary touches. I covered your thorns to make you whole. Cream white silk, gentleness on breeze, a whisper of innocence, they said it is. Alessia, a girl who thinks life as whole carousel ride. The world were sheeted in philanthropy or all smiles. Too vigor, all about good. Just yellow no gray. Yet... We are indenture of reality. There's always a side of chagrins. The pocket of agony. The veins of dismay. The blood turned blue. The yellow decreases the hue. Cudgeled with life treachery. Revealed the hidden pages. Open the previous chapters. What will happen for the untold history? The carousel ride stops. The innocence was now burn, turned into ashes, offered in the wind and faded like a dust. Walking in the embers searching for answers, the flicker scraped, and became the untamed fire, Red-orange flame should be halt, before it burn them alive. Could it be thwart? Or they will chasing fire until no end? CHASING GAME SERIES #1 THE LIGHT