by Serena Blade
hate the game. no more.
No actions, created boredom.
Silence created unwanted assumptions.
On and on, we went.
No longer my desire, but my demise and a waste of time.
This scene has become so anti climatic.
Partaking was never desired nor wanted.
Only the end of this cycle, has become a blessing.
This will continue with another.
However, no longer with me.