He was lost in a kerosene dream. Fuelled by the urge inside. Always been told not to play with fire. Never was one to abide. It all started way back when. When the neighbor’s house burnt down. Hypnotized by the burning flame. And in that flame his love was found. Now time went on like it always does. No one knew about his love affair. Love it was it’s a twisted game. Now he’s gone with out a prayer. Today he learnt his lesson well. Today he burnt like you do in hell. I wish this tale could end another way. In twisted games we should never play. Now I’ll tell you another tale. About a boy who loved his gun. His 45 was his one best friend. Twisted games that can’t be won. Another day or so they thought. No one knew what was to come. This little town will never be the same. With a little boy who loved his gun. Today he learnt his lesson well. Today he burnt his one last shell. I wish this tale could end another way. Twisted games we should never play