The player

Last time when she broke his heart,
he took it out and threw it away.
He didn't want her love to be his part,
or the pain she gave him would always stay.

Now heartless he wonders, seeking revenge,
hurting everyone who comes in his way.
You can't know him, he is so strange,
he was a game now he has learnt to play.

His piercing eyes burn with anger,
as for a new victim they survey.
Pouring tears make him stronger,
so he steps to spread his dismay.

Holding hard to his grudge,
he lets his mind run astray.
He calls himself a judge,
who's duty is to make them pay.

His sick mind has no clue,
howmany more must he betray.
This the way he will continue,
until death stops him someday.

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