The Life Series Oneshots

{The Winner's Poem. - 💔}

Also since I didn't say this on the last chapter, May the 4th be with you.
(Star Wars Day)

I'm like a seal, all cold and white,
He's lying dead on the ground, his eyes dull of light.
He's gone, all because of me,
How many more need to die so we can be free?
I walk to the edge, peeking over,
As I fall, the ground getting closer.

I'm like a deer, all white and fearful,
The last body is close by, his eyes tearful.
I'm the winner now, yet I don't want to be,
All I want now, is to be free.
As I catch the figure out of the corner of my eye,
Lightning strikes me, and I die.

I'm no animal, I'm just scared,
Watching the boy in front of me, whom I spared.
He lights the TNT, taking our last life, leading us to death,
As we both take our final breath.
Who I thought would be mine,
Would kill me, sending shivers down my spine.

I'm no one, just a person possessed,
The Watchers stand over me, they were oppressed.
I was a winner, yet I had betrayed my ally,
And as  I take my final breaths, I sigh.
I can finally leave and get out,
Or so I doubt.

I'm a lonely winner, all by myself,
On my final life, sitting on my shelf.
They won't let me go, they want me to stay,
Yet I can't choose my destiny, I have to obey.
What will I do if I don't obey, what will happen,
Will they kill everyone, making themselves an assassin?

I'm the final player alive, yet I'm actually dead,
His skin his white, all pale, his body bled.
He died right in front of me, now I live with guilt,
For his flowers on his jacket, as I mourn, wilt.
I'm the sixth winner, or so I am called,
As my body stand there, appalled.

We are winners, yet none of us want to be,
All of us only want to be free.