The Game

I sit here silent. Life isn't worth it, I think I'll end it. Take this knife, sitck it deep inside, now you see the inner me. Don't worry, I'm fine, this is how I've got to be. What did you expect of me, with paper cut comaroderie? Why won't I die? I've tried in vain. Well...so much for suicide, bout we give you a try? Please..do run, it's oh so fun. It gives your blood an erotic taste. I hunt you down, I cut you up. I love the screams, can't get enough. Well.....now it's silent, I guess you're dead. But I can't stop, I want some more. There's some scissors...oh look your sister. She really has no fucking clue what I will do. She looks at you...she sees me too. She starts to run...the chase is on. I smell her fear, and it's all too clear......Oh she tripped! Well...too bad. The screams and blood...they hypnotize me, and then she's gone...I walk away. I need some rest. You know I'm not the one to blame. I just play the game.