Endgame

Secret suffering and bountiful illusion,
Life is but a game?
Love is only a game?
Win or lose, victory or defeat,
is there no other way?

Follow the rules,
bend the rules,
break them to procure victory.
Appearances must be maintained,
to conceal what cannot,
and must not be known.
Win or lose, life or death,
With us,
play on.
Against us,
game over.

Poison flows undetected,
enchanting and enrapturing;
Death approaches with stealth.
You will not know,
when it has arrived...
endgame.

Secret suffering and bountiful illusion,
life is just a game,
played alone on a darkened pitch.
Surrender or defeat, capitulation or coercion;
there is no other way...