Submissions by philly

with each breath of life, and tick of time
we grow to see the pieces move,
across the two-tone field
we come to lose innocence as if a pair of shoes outgrown.

life; a strategy and each advance precise,
leave nothing to chance, but gamble the dice.
i call your bluff far too easily,
as my knight takes your life.

i love the smell of sedatives
although i resist the urge to sleep
emotions tied to ups and downs,
whichever i choose to be.

i am me, although me is all of you too
delusions false, appear true
i once knew nothing, and maybe better off so
am i sleeping?

only chemicals will know.

- Ryan