Drop the game

This voice echoes in the empty surrounds of my mind
They play a back and forth game of tennis
Unsure of which team will win
Or which team will destroy me first.

So I drop the game
And give in to temptation
Which begs me to give the issues my
Undivided attention
All of my memories of being shattered bite at the flesh which has been torn by attempts at destruction.

I beg myself to drop the game
But my mind ceases to give in
Old habits die young
In a mind so decayed like mine.