You played my heart,
And I was the one to let you start,
Who do you think you are?
An international game star.I was the game and you, the gamer,
You controlled me by my controllers,
And if you think you could just reset,
You were wrong, scumbag.I will stop your games,
And have you on your knees,
The player will be played,
It's difficulty will drive you insane.Your power chip,
I will break,
Ending your constant reset,
Damaging you until you can't get back....
A/N: The dark themed poems are coming back and I can't stop writing that way.
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The Butterfly Effect [#Wattys2016]
RandomEven the smallest and simplest decisions could cause a huge ripple to the future. And this is called the butterfly effect. . . . ... © Laruechase 2016 Cover art belongs to Lucy Liew.