Game Over

Why do they keep screaming?

Why do they keep screaming?
I tell them to stop; they don’t, so I comfort them and then they stop screaming.
I live a simple life, I like to play games.
Why do they keep screaming?

I rub my temples and pour myself a glass of milk. He lies on the floor, he has stopped screaming.
We were playing a game a few minutes ago. Now he lies there like all the others. He just lies there.
I have won.

The game is over. I can leave his house now. Then he will get up, then he will start moving again.
I leave his house; the glass of milk stands upright on his bedside table. I always like to leave them a glass of milk; all that screaming must hurt their throats.

I make my way to the next level of the game. I sit on the stool and wait for a new opponent. I see him, he asks me my name and I tell him. He asks if I want to go to his house to have some fun. A new game begins.

I wonder what game he will want to play when we get to his house.

Cops and Robbers. So I grab a gun and shoot him. This is where he screams, trying to grab the other gun, so I shoot him again. I rub my temples and pour a glass of milk. Leaving it on the bedside table as he lies there. I leave his house. The game is over and I have won.

Why do they keep screaming?
I tell them to stop; they don’t, so I pull the trigger again to make them stop screaming.
I live a simple life, I like to play games.
Why won’t they stop screaming?

It is getting dark now, so I lay on my bed.
Yet I do not sleep, the screaming haunts my dreams.
Tomorrow a new game will start.
A game that I will win.

I lay on my stomach, my nose and mouth stuffed into the pillow.
I must have passed out, there were no screams.
When I wake, it is morning.
Time to play a game.

Why do they keep screaming?
I tell them to stop, I try to drown them out, but they never do stop.
I live a simple life, I like to play games.
Why do they keep screaming?

I sit at my stool, the same one every day.
Just sitting there, waiting for the next player.
But none come, why is this, I wonder.
I guess no one could come to play today.

So I lay on my bed, staring upwards.
Until the night devours the sun.
That is my cue to stop playing.
Until the morning.

Why do they keep screaming?
I want them to stop, I tighten the rope to make them stop, but they never do.
I live a simple life, I like to play games.
Why do they keep screaming?

I have been isolated in this cell since the day when no one could play.
They give me pills to make me better, but I do not take them.
They are laced with poison to stop me from breathing.
I have tried to stop the screaming. But they stop me before I can.

I have the noose around my neck now.
The guard is looking away.
This game is played by their rules.
I tighten the loop and step off my bed.

I have lost, the screaming has stopped now.

Game over.