Checked,

Check,

Mate.

I’d been played,

I’m the one who caved,

In on your un-paid promises.

To think you can be saved,

by the split personalities,

which you’ve made.

As my womb wasn’t enough,

to the babies that I’d made,

You didn’t change,

though I truly tried to save

But instead I got drained.

With a mused mind,

Barren behind the eyes,

Typed in curved,

Shouting in slurred words,

With palms full of rage.

Checked,

Check,

Mate.

Within mummy’s grip,

You soon became her missing rib,

Creating an emotional hardship.

The law will glore upon me,

My paid debts,

To become yours,

God is greater than the law,

And you’ll be treat no better,

In the ground positioned bellow,

as he’s soon hand you over.

The Queen,

A favouritable piece to play,

not to be replaced, reliable and tactical,

thats what makes the game.

Checkmate.