Mind Games

Twisting your head around
Out of shape and order
Wining control of your soul
Your in the middle
With six deadly daggers
Ready to strike you
Falling prey as a puppet
With someone controlling the strings
Total manipulation with yet in confusion
That's the point of the game
Become lost, distraught, and destroyed
Your the entertainment
All eyes on you, don't choose the wrong door to walk in
Or face being sliced into half
You will be left so puzzled
Your caught in a web
With no way to escape
Giving the spider a full meal
Stretching your mind
Making it flat
Your stuck on one long ride
With no way to stop it
Falling down the rabbit hole
Making you insane enough to meet Alice
You will never survive by The Riddler
Demons circling around you
Wanting to seduce your soul
And devour your mind
Mind games
The manipulation
Can you win?
Can you fight it?
Can you even get out of it?
Be mindful of your choices
The spotlight is always on you
With a shadow behind you
Your the toy and the show
Round, round and around
Poof! Your gone, thanks for being my assistant
In my box of mind games!