I warned you
The board was burning
Each square
A spark
Returning
You smirked
Like fire
Was tame
But sorry
This is not a game
The dice
Were dripping
Blackened rain
Each drop
A whisper
Carved in pain
You stepped
Again
The floorboards cracked
The shadows
Rose
And hissed
Your tracks
I told you
The rules
Were forged
In flame
But you kept
Laughing
Not the same
The cards
You drew
Had teeth
And names
They bit
Your fingers
Claimed their claims
The timer
Ticked
With broken gears
Counting
All your
Hidden fears
You moved
Your piece
The lights
Went lame
The ghosts
Leaned in
To frame
Your shame
Now every
Choice
You try
To tame
Turns back
And says
You’re who
To blame
Sorry
This world
Won’t play
Your frame
Sorry
This ending
Is yours
To claim
Sorry
This is
Not
A game
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