Game Over.
- Ceyda Güzelsevdi
- Dec 11, 2020
- 1 min read
you can't get up
until get burnt inside the ground
be a part of those floors
and watch for a while
how it all collapsed down
enjoy the moment
have a coffee or two
make it too hot
close your eyes and listen
listen the rain pour down
the clouds
talking to you
saying all the right things
avoided by ones around you
purified by the apparatus you control
you are the one in control
took an oath upon a wall
whatever it takes
until the day it becomes
whatever it took
the adrenaline is addictive
being burned is even more
let the guitar play solo
I don't need lyrics to hear my own voice
I am my own exorcist
losing you once & for all
you're nowhere near my dreams
a part of a freudian complex you are
from the bottom
until you get to the top
a case you deny
what you do
beyond words
how you do
one can't classify
here's another goodbye
right from the ground
you keep throwing stones
reality is what I make it
now I know you're not a part of my own
calling out from the underground
I haven't felt this fine
for the first time in forever
I see 7 levels high
and its pouring rain
cleansing the ashes I left
right on the ground
where you used to think it was a mine
I'm now watching you from afar
last tonal versions of you
still in play
but petrified
from now on
these are the rules if you still want to play
and no
fates have been altered
exact to the likes of my own
mortalified
game over for you.
In a book called 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho, a boy called Santiago talks to the wind and makes it roar in answer - this reminds me of that connection with the elemental forces of the World - wow!