A Little Game Poem by Adam Hollingsworth

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
All your crashes has left me little much
See through my sight as it bleeds open,
Knowing what is inside, leaves less to cope in
Losing all that I know dear and thought,
I lost my free will, and all that I love so much
The way I feel, has left emptiness to rust,
Oh dear, ashes to ashes and dust to dust

When the time is right
We find a game that we hide
While crawling back inside our brains
We seek than we hide
It’s so much fun to do
Open your mind and loosen those screws
Keeping out the light, so fasten up tight,
And filling the darkness with things that bight

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
The expansion has fallen to so much must
Feeling free to crawl in the morning dew,
Feelings of jadedness has left me blue

Time to flee the safety of higher grounds,
Now recede inside beyond the bounds,
Deep within your mind and its all the same,
And in here we whisper the name called “insane”,

The name of insanity falls out of time,
So it can reach out to end its climb,
It’s a little game we like to call with chimes,
A little creature that does not rhyme
Now silently we sing,
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust