The Failed Redress

 To the coldest of nights,
 The grandest of hollowness,
 where a woman torn apart,
 in the misk of forgiveness,
 The game is On ,My friend,
 The game is On.

 To a boy who starved tonight,
 The halloween of being deprived,
 where every breath dies,
 in the dark helm of eternity,
 The game is On,My friend,
 The game is On.

 To the scariest dream you had,
 The gothic is out there,
 where the darkest secret lies,
 He stared at you every night,
 The game is On, My friend,
 The game is On.

 To the end always desired,
 The curtains stood tall,
 where a story always cried,
 your blood knew its haven
 The game is On,My friend,
 The game is On......