~Checkmate~
Lost in a world of black and white,
I can hardly find any feeling to write.
The pages unfold and the days grow cold,
As the stench of the world grows always more bold!
The lies come at me like unturned out of tune keys,
Yet my heart knows your game it seems love is insane.
The days turn me dark the nights are two light,
As the world curses me with often second sight!
The eagles soar as black is the absent of color,
Who would have ever thought that you need to cheat with another.
Inkmaster
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