Love Game

A player in disguise
A monster behind those eyes
A lie rests in that smile
A creep who seeks your cry
Lips which sucks the life away
Soft and warm it makes you sway
Cold and hard the fingers grip
Around your neck they find a trip
Slowly a bruise take it's place
To lead you to a silent grace
Hear what I'm 'bout to say
Love is like a cold, angry winter wave.

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