He's playing the game again,
it's fun,
it's easy,
it's cruel,
but he deserved it anyway.
The words are easy to say,
but hard to pay for,
however there's no need to pay
when he doesn't look at his face.
His face, he didn't want to see it,
he wouldn't care to,
why should he care?
He couldn't about his tongue
so should he?
It's okay,
It's okay,
he'll let him be his scapegoat
to heal the grief in his brain,
he deserved this anyway.
He killed,
he killed,
all he could see in the blood bathing his body
as he told him everything.
Let him try,
let him cry,
it never saved a soul,
not saved her from the grim reaper,
not him from drowning in sorrow.
Let his invisible tears wash away his disarray,
he hoped it would as he walked away,
but it never did.
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Re: happiness poem collection
Poetry#1 The Sin #2 Blame Game #3 For you #4 What's A Saint? These are four short poems dedicated to lastwill- cp novel Re: happiness. This time having four poems from the four main characters perspective
