The Game

Aim
Squeeze
The gun's report
All it takes to claim a victim

They sink to the ground 
Without a second thought
They don't make a sound
No time to wish they could have fought

You claim your prize
    Bloodied and breathless
With other lies
    You add it to your death-list 

You joke around
    Like it's fun
Friends and family surround
    Always in stun 

Your face is stern 
Your body is hard
It's all you can do
To stay the star

In you the fear
    Masked by the game
There's a mirror
     Go look at your shame