The Endgame and Mischief

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