I play this game at the call of my name
soft calling, haunting, serving me my warning
eyes meet mine, my flight response on time
adrenaline speaking, ears thumping, heart beating
I play this game, I learnt it at the call of my name
sanctuary I seek to never quite reach
drawing in long breaths, I sit, eyes adjusting to darkness
clicks of sin, nearing the location I’m akin
light beams through, a hand offered in refuge
hot water floods my cheeks, confusion in me peaks
I have played this game, I learnt it at the call of my name
Soft eyes meet mine, as I learn to breath freely again for the first time
I know this game, but it ends differently with them, for I am not condemned to hell.
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