Cruel, destructive World

1994 Why does it always have to be a game? Where you always have to make the right move – With no rules, but at the slightest breathe The score can drop from 1000 to 1 in a split second The ball could come flying at you almost from nowhere And hit you right in you stomach, winding you, Then the pain… Bright eyes blinding, closer and closer, Too close; then the sharp sound of metal As the iron teeth clamp together Confusion – then the pain. Skin, flesh, blood meshed together Disbelief. How can someone be so destructive? How can someone so close cut off. Like the cold iron teeth that pierce into your flesh They can so easily turn their backs and Leave you to bleed in agonizing pain, The cut so deep, you’re ready to give up, Never to give into this cruel, destructive world. Over and over in your head you hear the droaning of the words Why? why? Why? Why… On and on How? How? How? How… Then the stone cold loneliness The emptiness You can scream and cry out for help But there’s no one to hear you.