A/N this first bit I got of a story summary on here somewhere. But after reading it my creativeness got flowing and I turned it into a poem. I cant remember the story, but everything after the first paragraph is mine.

We always played charades

Day after day,

Night after night

Until we couldn't play anymore

As we lay broken

On the cold, hard floor

Watching as the blood pours

Where to next

Who's going to save us now

It's dark

And I can't feel

Your presence anymore

Hold me like you did

Once before

I'm cold now


Covered in this mess

That we made

All because we played