I only meant to watch But they drag me along With a force so demonic That am soon sucked into the grind. Now I start playing those ‘you will never hear about’ games With the myriad shapes and forms, And so involved I grow to be That I notice no more, That the shadows aren’t there any more. It is just wholly, purely and solely me now, And the games have seized me completely, Leaving so so little to intellect, Until a point, I can bear no more. Then I scream out so loud Yet no one can hear And I look out wishfully For the slightest ray of the morn! Was it a night mare Or the Satan on a mare, Embarking on a joy ride In the gloom of the dark?