Nicole Pritchard

Twisted games

In twisted games of pain and spite

One plays with fire, blind to the fight 

Deception fuels the flames that rise

As hurt and betrayal sears the skies

 

You sow the seeds of anguish deep

Yet cry victim when the tables creep

The roles reverse, the pain remains

As blame and guilt in the shadows reign

 

This toxic dance, a vicious spin

Two souls ensnared, both losing within

One bears the scars, the other the shame

Both trapped in cycles, forever the same

 

No winner emerges, only pain

Two losers bound by the same refrain

The game consumes, a deadly play 

Leaving emptiness, night and day