Wake up, My Darling.

Don’t you get it my darling?

Look a little closer,

Or perhaps a little deeper,

For those cracks were there before,

Merely held together by string,


What an act to have watched,

A play gone a miss,

For this whole life is a game,

Attempting to fool you,

Holding tight to your wrists.


This circus of trickster’s,

Playing games with your mind,

Look up quickly,

Before it all unwinds.


As this life is a movie,

Nothing but a stage,

With you as the actor,

Tortured along the way.


Wake up my darling,

I’m afraid it’s too late.


Wake up my darling,

This life must be played.


Don’t you get it my darling?

You’re loosing the game.