Treating himself with disdain
Just moments after the fun-game
Faced with moments of truthfulness
Consumed by guilt and numbness
Wondering how it happened again
The end feeling is not same as the real one
As he thought hard to see the gain
If this is the game,
then it’s a shame
After- lust torment grips him tightly
Troubled by losing the real one badly
Thoughts of regrets flowing sadly
Tears of betrayal streaming
He whispers to himself
But only his good side hears him
Right here and now is the end
He resolves to be strong when it calls again.