I was bored, so I decided to make a little poem, as something you can read here:
Once a gamer, now a player
Yet, all I can do is be a prayer
Praying the only salvation
From the darkness of stagnation

They call games their life
But it is nothing but a knife
A break is all they need
But they stay and bleed

Now I try and stay awake
But the darkness wants a retake
So dark to make everything bleak
But they say it makes me unique

The darkness yearns for compassion
But it lacks the passion
As I try not to look
I try to give an outlook

As an NPC would say
We are as moldable as clay
Yet, we stay the same
In this wonderful game

We must find a place
Nothing but a disgrace
Somewhere to call home
Is but a dream in foam