The Game

It was magnificent

A big beautiful brilliant brutal beast of a thing

Manipulating inundating indoctrinating fascinating

drawing me in like a fly in the web

Eradicating trust and naivete, educating illuminating

inspiring maddening numbing

Insecurity whispered you needed a friend, foolishness

said to let you in, insanity invited pain again and again

It was a gift from the UN-iverse....being decimated....

rebuilt....vulnerability eliminated......roboticized by the

Master....

I know you're anguishing....alone inside, by your own

hand, nonetheless painful.....I was the acceptable casualty

Choices, decisions, repercussions...a wise man told me

we have to make them to move on...

Tossed aside like garbage by the one person trusted;

who can show love, compassion, devotion to a world 

of strangers, but just not me. ouch! Watch out for that point!

Thanks for playing...enjoy your parting gifts.

It seems a dream, to have ever needed someone.

And, all your blessed shit?

It's smoldering in the fire pit.

It brightened the sky when it was lit.

I surely wish you had been legit.

Take the precious 'time' to shove your 'good intentions'

up your tightly wound ass.