Mind Games a poem
by Jabin Booth

There are no answers for my questions
No sedative
To ease my suffering
She whispers in my ear
Telling me
There is no hope,
No love
Just the lust
And all the evil that follows
She binds my hands
Bites into my flesh
And bleeds me slowly
So that I feel everything
But I can no longer tell if this is real
Once she told me it was only as real
As I made it
But now I think she was lying
This is a game that dazzles all
And confuse only me
The joke of it all
She whispers more to me
Knowing I am too weak
To resist
And foolish enough to believe all
Is she real
Or just another fantasy
Sent by demons to torment
To tell the truth
I no longer care
For I can feel nothing anymore
The world has grown cold
And the only sensations that come
Are from the pain she deals to me
Bleed me slowly
So I can feel everything

About the poet: Jabin Booth is a quite soul, living in darkness and awaiting the arrival of his true love. Such as in tragedy he will always be lost and alone, these writings are the only things left of him.
Alas