Torture Tool

Why the game?
I can't play it out
not with odd shaped rules
that push me away and out
Every tune rapes my ears
One specific song --
a torture tool
it's effect is too strong
One that never played
surrounding me all day
And those four words
all you dare say
What do you hope to prove to me?
That I'm bathed in nothing
but shameful futility?
I get it all-- I swear I do
but nothing will get through to you
You'll come out on the other side
in the light with someone else
And my stolen pride on display
in a trophy case somewhere in hell
I'm crawling into dangerous silence
desperately trying to hide
pen in crippled hand
while you ignore the coming life
Words press from my lips
like a million sharpened knives
carving into your revirgnized flesh;
The scarring proof I failed
this painful fucking test
just by looking into your eyes