The Game

The door spins
Round and round it goes
A continuous cycle
People go in
People go out

Hate
Love
Jealousy

Fear is the name of the game
Feeling a cold hand on your shoulder?
Most call it fright

Of what, you ask?
Of inocence
Of a smile
Of a laugh
Of a trusting heart

Envy is the name of the game
Looking a bit green in the face?
Most call it jealousy

Of what, you ask?
Of dark eyes
Of poetic nature
Of something unknown to most

Hate is the name of the game
Feeling the wrath in the pit of you?
Most call it loathing

Of what, you ask?
Of fear
Of jealousy
Of the threat
Of the girl

Hate
Love
Jealousy

They pass through the door
Around and around they go
Clouding together
And swirling repeatedly

Hate
Fear
Jealousy
Love

It's all just apart of the game