I cannot endure the pressure of The Game any longer.
I never know what new level it will hold.
I should not have started listening to them when I was warned against it.
Now I cannot stop until I have survived every level.
Ahead lie monsters and witches in various forms of hell.
I can already envision my skin melting in the scorching flames
and my skull being shattered, served on a plate
with a touch of pepper to taste.
If you survive one level, there is always another
waiting to destroy you and melt your insides like butter.
I can sense their forked tongues frantically licking,
and hear their voices whispering into both of my bleeding ears.
The Game knows my every fear, and every insecurity is used against me.
It tricks you while twisting your thoughts into a maze.
You cannot think when the demons invade.
Resistance will prove futile – as it will provide you
with everything you desire, leaving you powerless to control yourself.
In this realm of The Game, resistance holds no value.
I am unsure of the number of levels within this game.
I am aware that the next one will be challenging.
It will likely be more difficult than the previous one,
as those in charge mock and alter the rules.
They intend to manipulate you and turn you into a mere pawn,
fulfilling your desires and serving them to you on a silver platter.
The levels of these games were designed to engulf the player.
If you perish in the game, the consequences are real.
Your soul now belongs to the entity controlling it, and you.
You have little time to contemplate what you are going to do.
What is your next move?
We are all struggling at different levels of this chaos.
Each level is vastly different.
This “Game” alters our behaviour, our speech, our logic,
and our capacity for empathy.
I could continue extensively, but the voices are too overpowering.
They silence us when we cry out for help.
They reopen the wounds, even though there is nothing left inside to leak out.
Resistance will prove futile – as it will provide you
with everything you desire, leaving you powerless to control yourself.
In this realm of The Game, resistance holds no value.
Its intensity will strip away any remaining shred of sanity,
as it takes you to new heights of pleasure.
With precision and control, it will administer the most exotic of
kisses while simultaneously slitting your throat.
It knows what it is doing – you do not, and it is very aware of this.
The Game will lie to you, offer false pleasures, lure you,
change forms, change voices, and make you look
out of your mind; until you physically and emotionally crack.
You must reject what they are trying to feed you
from that silver platter, or your fears will consume.
If you perish in the game, the consequences are real.
Your soul now belongs to the entity controlling it, and you.
What is your next move?
You have little time to contemplate what you are going to do.
Resistance will prove futile – as it will provide you
with everything you desire, leaving you powerless to control yourself.
In this realm of The Game, resistance holds no value.
You cannot think when the demons invade.
You must reject what they are trying to feed you
from that silver platter, or your fears will consume.
If you perish in the game, the consequences are real.
Your soul now belongs to the entity controlling it, and you.
The levels of these games were designed to engulf the player.
They intend to manipulate you and turn you into a mere pawn,
fulfilling your desires and serving them to you on a silver platter.
I am unsure of the number of levels within this game.
I am aware that the next one will be challenging.
It will likely be more difficult than the previous one,
as those in charge mock and alter the rules.
It tricks you while twisting your thoughts into a maze.
The Game knows my every fear, and every insecurity is used against me.
I can sense their forked tongues frantically licking,
and hear their voices whispering into both of my bleeding ears.
If you survive one level, there is always another
waiting to destroy you, and melt your insides like butter.
I can already envision my skin melting in the scorching flames,
and my skull being shattered, served on a plate
with a touch of pepper to taste.
Ahead lie monsters and witches in various forms of hell.
Now I cannot stop until I have survived every level.
I should not have started listening to them when I was warned against it.
I never know what new level it will hold.
I cannot endure the pressure of The Game any longer.
Resistance will prove futile – as it will provide you with everything you desire, leaving you powerless to control yourself.
In this realm of The Game, resistance holds no value.
The Game offered me the promise of satisfying my greatest desires
and finding peace and love on a silver platter,
but instead it led me straight into the fire.
I plead for The Game to end; I no longer wish to partake in it –
I no longer want to play.
