Your Favorite Game Poem by Jhanus Thanatos

Haven't you had enough,
of this f***ed up game?
You're love get's so rough,
The more violently I proclaim,

You treat me like sh! t,
You never listen to reason,
You push and you hit,
You're words are tlike reason,

One day, I'll put you in your place,
One day, I'll tie you to a chair,
And start to cut up your face,
And pull out every single hair,

I'd sew your mouth into a smile,
And nail your hands to your back,
I'd make you stop being so hostile,
And make you sell all your cr*ck,

Until that day,
In the dark I sit,
This f***ed up game we play,
Why can't we just quit?