Deadly Game.

Strapped to a table in a burning room
Crying in fear of dying too soon
He reaches as far as he can for safety
useless in his every struggle to play.

I watch from afar as his body slowly burns
Hear his desperate cries for help
There's nothing he could have done
Except maybe before...

Before, if he could have not been afraid
Before, maybe he should not have stayed
Yet he fought to be brave
Fought to prove he was something he was not
Fought, but lost.

The smell is perturbing, his death not pleasant
Maybe he should not have played
He was dead right from the start
Not worth the shot
Yet still he wanted to play

Well now the game is ended
He truly was not the winner
Because now he is left
as only bones and ashes...
Never shall he play again,
This deadly game called Sin.