THE GAME
by Barry "Barney" CourtneyAm the cold one.
My skin feels warm,
but my blood is ice.
My eyes seem alive,
just another device,
a trick in my book.
My words are nice,
just bait on the hook.
Know what to say
to keep you near.
Know when to say
what you want to hear.
All just a game I play
with you my dear.