The Master of the Game

Tristan Robert Lange

Death! 
Call out my name,  
Bring out the shame,  
Nothing’s the fucking same!

 

Death!
What a trip,  
Lost all my grip;  
There’s nothing left to strip!

 

Death!
Let me stay,  
Erase this fucking day;
The metal comes to play.

 

Death!  
Call out my name,  
Don’t try to tame  
The master of the game.

  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2024 22:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: The inspiration behind "The Master of the Game" comes from a deeply introspective experience where I grappled with the concept and call of death. This poem captures the raw emotions and existential turmoil I felt, using vivid imagery and intense language to convey the profound impact of that experience.
  • Category: Gothic
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