Inside A Game

Pivoting footsteps arousing the ground
With a melancholy melody soothing the air
A smell that's so fresh, a sound so divine
But a raging hot temper with a spice of a devil
The eyes with the texture of the brightest moons
Heart with the gold of the deepest mines
But a hatred in Him beyond an understanding
Facing a ghost of the blackest abyss
Himself
Finding out a life, like a video game played
Like living with strings to our limbs
We are a game but an instantaneous rejection
Rejection to believe a lie is it's reality
Reality
Realization to a lie is a knife to a chest
Cutting a faith to our comfort
Restriction to circulation of our mere life
Like a slaughtered infant to a newly hatched mother
Pain
A suffering unlike a wounding
An emotional skyrocketing intercourse
A piercing red flame to a crisp alley
Waving over a brain like an island shore
Phobia
Alone in a black room
Mastering the art of our mind to a closure
Lights to a closure
Fear to a gaping ajaring
Clockwork
Cranium's to a vulnerability
Dissected a complete masterpiece
Wiring to a new environment
A game
What is a life to someone
If a game it is to someone else?