Release, relief That's all I seek A way to break these anchors placed above my feet A way to escape these taunting waves threatening to undertake me
You made me believe that you were that life raft You tricked me into thinking I've been at last freed Guess the joke's on me
You played me like a fiddle, like a fool You used me like a disc, like a tune Now my heart rest here At the bottom of this lonely abyss Where you have incased me Never to feel the sun rays again Forever lost at sea
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After a long period of lectures, seatworks, and tests, of course, the minds of the students would love to take a bit of rest and relax for the foreseeable moment. Though, in this case, the last teacher for this day will instead be doing a little game for them to be amused. It can be a fun game to play, right? Right..
"All right kids. Today, as the last subject for the day, we'll be doing a little game to spend some time with you all. But, I may tell some serious questions here," said the female teacher. But the students did not heed the clandestine warning of the teacher, since what their minds were looking for was amusement. But, did they ever know, that the amusement they'll soon receive is actually an questionnaire; a questionnaire they never knew, were coming.
"Okay, the game is called The Boat Is Sinking. The rules are simple. There will always be a statement at the start, prompting you all to say "What shall we do?" and I will give another statement, telling how you will be grouped, by number, or by rule," the teacher explained.
The teacher then added, "If one of you does not follow the rule of mine by grouping to others or merely following, you will be eliminated."
"That seems interesting!" said one student. "That's quite fun!" said another. "At least it's not some dang homework to do and then they'll not give out decent grades," said a tired, lethargic student.
"Let's start," the teacher gave a signal. A class of 25 students will be participating for the game. "The boat is sinking!" the teacher warned. "What shall we do?" the students chanted in unison.
"Group yourselves into 4" The students raced as they try to find people to cling with. Now, ending up with six groups of 4, one student was left with himself. "Dang! I always lose when it comes to games," the unhappy student commented.
"Shall we continue?" the teacher queried as she started her first call again.
"The boat is sinking" "What shall we do?" "Group yourselves depending on who was mistreated" said the teacher.
The entirety of the students was questionable as to what she was talking about, or if they'll take it literally, but they decided to follow upon her order. About 18 people grouped so into one, the six students were left. "Out of the game" replied the teacher.
The six students were mystified, one wondering if it was not a game, but an assessment of our attitudes. Clearly, such a game would not have an order like that. The game continued more or less.
"The boat is sinking" "What.. shall we do?" "Group yourselves depending on who was physically abused once."
Again, the students were bamboozled, but in a more surreal manner, as they don't know why she is ordering such a sensitive rule. Again, they made themselves the puppets of her show. Nine people grouped themselves as one, the other half did not. They were eliminated.
"The boat is sinking" "What.... s-shall we.. do?" "Group yourselves depending who has been betrayed, and left you thinking for self-mutilation," said the teacher bluntly with the same, but more mystifying and dark atmosphere lurking upon her sentences.
One started crying, as she doesn't know what the teacher was even saying, and started unsettling and scaring her down her spine, sending the chills to the innocents being lured into her trap.
Two students grouped, the other seven did not meet the teacher's order. They were eliminated.
"Congratulations! Now you two decide who gets to be killed first," said the teacher. The two were absolutely horrified, as they were unknowingly best friends who've went through dark pasts, and then they'd be prompted to decide who to be killed as if it is a casual thing to say.
But, since manipulation has gotten the better of one, she claimed the life of the other, for the sake of winning the game, and escaping from the teacher's abnormality.
"You are the winner. Congratulations. You proved yourself to be a sickening person easily manipulated by words, and has gotten you into state of fragility just like the broken fragments of your past." said the teacher.
The girl can't stand it. She eventually, claimed her own life from too much pressure and mental pain rushing through her nerves, through her brain that is trying to comprehend the situation they're in. The other students who're eliminated went out a while ago, panicking, crying from what was a death trap; a death trap they were lured upon as prey. We were the prey; the prey of an abysmal lair of surreality and darkness that the teacher instilled upon an innocent game.
The boat sank, but their minds and hearts sank down to the tenebrific abyss. We fleed, but the stains left upon us will never be washed away, as it is imprinted into our brains for an eternity to come.
The vehicle will follow upon the passenger's order If not, it's a waste for what's done earlier Leading you among the paths to the destined place The paths guiding properly, unless traces were effaced
Now, where am I in this piece of wasteland? The paths are still there, but the scenery's not grand Was I expecting to be in such a vile environment? It's as if it's gonna release its appalling predicaments
Soon will I ever be unveiled the pitiless reality I was fooled, as I was destined to the wrong locality Spuriously deeming its rather legitimate character While I stepped upon its land mine, fooling me better
Society is unwavered, as they fool themselves With erroneous ideas they'd gratefully yelp At the sensitive ears enunciating its deemed will When it fact, it can put everyone at a standstill
Lacking clear convexity as it won't reveal the truth Like the winds passing through the gaps of the tooth Like the demagogues in their lawlessly famed suits When the backbone of the truth doesn't even have its roots
Effacing traces of the solely weeping facticities Only to be seeing vestiges of its veracity Lame, as the deemed "truths" run with blind certainty Leading them nowhere, only to be casually fooling
Lava seemed just like the rutilant water Spring is often twisted with the crystal winter Anguished cries seemed to be one's fake roleplays Afterlife just seemed like some visions of grey
Vacillating slightly as they continue their indoctrination Unworthy visages marked by the soulless susurrations Injecting chemicals into the minds of the innocent To their divine Gods, they will blindly condescend