The Game
Alexander S. Peak


The purple grass glows
On the growing wall,
An obscene world of
Lights and disillusionment.
Stop.  Stop me
Before I die,
Before I flee
From an obscene world.  My soul runs,
Fleeing fire,
And falling higher;
A dying desire.  Adrenalin,
Adrenalin, my one true love,
As I’m born again.
A glorious victory for those who survive
The glowing room.
Pain is an illusion,
Death is a dream;
A cloudy ceiling close to the
Earth.  A cloudy façade.
What is it worth?
Freedom is a lost word, filed away and classified
In an obsolete world,
In the glowing room.


Written 2003 by Alexander S. Peak