The Rhyming Game

#21

To cope with the unknown…

#22

the thought of which chills me to the bone

#23

And it forces me to be alone

#24

but then it home, the realization that “solitude is freedom” :copyright:

#25

and one day, you and me will be one!

#26

And then one day there’ll be no one

#27

No one to call your own, like melting in the snow? (Lol I know it doesn’t make sense)

#28

Doe a deer a female deer

#29

A rumbling sound disrupts the atmosphere

#30

Tonight is the night of the hunter

#31

so I even break the lights arround her

#32

as I watch her weep and wallow I await the hunter’s arrival, as he feeds of eternal fear and sorrow

#33

Wearing a tuxedo with a bow…

#34

because I want to look nice before I go :laughing:

OT: This is some weird person we’re imagining here. Some girl who’s wearing a tux, crying in the dark whilst waiting for some hunter to kill her :joy:

#35

So we women wanna go, plea the taff guy to go so

#36

for tomorrow there shall be ‘no more sorrow’

#37

An awful smells is stinking up the room.

#38

Waiting for you to come through…

#39

Clear away the emptiness and make me feel new

#40

I will shed my skin, and let you see my bones