The Master of the Game Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

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)
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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