Queen Of The Damned


Sick Little Game


Sick Little Game

Broken wings and a crooked smile

I think that you've been gone awhile

Betrayed and hurt alive but dead

A broken heart and tearful eyes

Not enough truth in the lie

Not enough love in your life

Blood and tears and your gone again

Your born to lose so youll die to win

Maybe if you could have chose

But i guess thats just the way that this story goes

No one ever wins in this sick little game

But go on and try and maybe youll find

The secret of the game

This sick little game

Of Life

Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2008
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Sick Little Game by Queen Of The Damned )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet John Clare

I love to see the old heath's withered brake
Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,
While the old heron from the lonely lake
Starts slow and flaps its melancholy wing,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Grace Paley

 

Trending Poems

  1. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  2. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  3. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  4. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  5. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  6. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  7. Emmonsail's Heath in Winter, John Clare
  8. For My Dead Dad..., Leah Wells
  9. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  10. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]