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