nuclear ambitions

already gone
broken glass line the streets,
the lights all faded,
the moon having given up.
in this time,
he could only stand there.
still as the nightsky above.
locked in time.
though he could see,
his mind was a void.
and so was his heart.
empty of any feeling,
dead to the touch.
his shirt ruffled in the wind.
--
its times like this that i truly understand,
what the world is to me.
its but a bloody game,
one to test our resolve,
see how far we'll reach.
it calls to us to soar,
to reach for the stars so high,
only cause he wants to see us fall.
he, and i don mean no god,
is out not to play us,
but to watch us play.
this cruel game that he had set,
played according to his rules.
and we arent given a choice.
for his conditions are simple.
survive.

one must often wonder.
why is it we're subjected to this kinds of battles.
struggles, yet with no apparent reason at all.
but are we ever given an answer?
can we be given one?
here we sink into the gray area of our minds,
the parts best for seclusion.
but is that any way out of this vicious cycle?
i would think not.
its a strange world,
governed by stranger people.
one has to survive,
keep up with the moving tide,
and of need be,
use every ounce of energy just to stay above.

his rules arent fair.
they never were,
and they never will be.
why, we ask?
becuase it never was meant to be a fair game.
the odds were never 50-50.
it would be stupid if it were.
those odds always suck,
because there is absolutely no gurantee.
without any, would he play this cruel game?
his intentions might have been mighty fine,
but he wants to win.
we all do.

who is he?
thats up to u to decide.