The forgotten

Cross...circle...cross lose the game in those two moves.
Perfect binding skin for the scoreboard because the little scar is yours.
The forgotten game is still hidden beneath linen silk.
Beautiful gifts used as opponents on the undeserving.

You cant bite the hand that wants to feed you the appetite still rises in disguise.
Cant be a human arm stretched out to help when its full of infected stains.

Warning slogan on the mentalist's office, cant straight jacket your way out of this one.
Square padded rooms with bound wheelchairs as the dice.
The blue nurse said its time to take a rightful place within the morgue.

Forgotten doctors specters today still flesh and bone by the scalpel.
Patient's wound is just music to their hidden fears.
Make a believer out of the sane by appointment.