A Game of Sorts

What is this feeling

You give me your lust

Molding it like clay

I dunno what I'm dealing

 

I play the role

You play yours

A symbiotic playground

Where we all play fool

 

Let's make some waves

On this sea of pleasure

Where losers are self named

And the games a maze

 

Deeper

We can use harsh or kind words

Let's just keep it going

Be one with this herd

 

Deeper

Fetishes alight like a candle

Burning passion within solemn hearts

Performing this all too familiar dance,

 

Deeper,

The trap but laid,

Like a spider's silk,

Entrapping this animal instinct,

 

Like a symphony,

The crescendo comes,

A duet of harmony brought about,

As the fog lifts,

The ants return to their colony.

Cronus and Zeus ►

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