When you dance with the Monsters you either play for keeps or lose your soul
I played a game of chance, and the price was my future. I thought I knew the game. I thought I had learned the rules. But the game was rigged, and the rules never mattered.
And what did any of this get me? I played and I lost. Now it’s time to pay up with my life.
The price is a choice, Ignorance or knowledge; Run for safety or embrace the savages
Would it be so wrong to wish to live within a fantasy? Where stories are written in words rather blood. Made up. Play pretend. Inevitable. Fake. At least then I would have seen the twist coming.
And will my choice finally mark the end or it is just the beginning…