It finds you after sleep

I wanted to tell you the name of the game. But that would take away the fun of it.
So, what's the name of it? Do I get any hints?
You see, the name of the game lacks substance.
Is that a hint?
So much...
Something that lacks substance...
The name of the game came from above, but now finds itself below.
So it's something that... descends...?
Oh, oh, poor one.
No patronizing, I'll get it. Is it fragile?
Oh, ho-oh, as fragile as can be, like thin glass...
Fragile that goes down...
DOWN AND DOWN AND DOWN!
You're beginning to scare me. W-well, so far I got 3 hints, I suppose that's all I'm entitled for.
Entitled...
Hm... so, is it... rain? It comes from above and the raindrops are fragile, but I'm not sure about the substance part...
Rain...? What the hell is rain supposed to mean?
Ok, ok. Not rain. You see, you gave me 3 hints already but it's all to vague, I'm pretty much at a lost in here.
HEE-HEE LOST. YOU HEAR THIS? HE'S LOST, WE'LL BEAT THE GAME!
Erm... who you talking to?
Beat the game...
So, maybe...
Smash it! Beat it to a pulp!
Yeah... we will beat this game... I suppose...
Tear it apart...
I appreciate your determination, but could you come back to our guessing game?
...
Oh, that's... quite a strange look...
...
Would you mind coming back a few minutes in our chat? I need your answer, I think I got it.
The name of the game...
Could it be... a leaf in autumn?
...
No?
Come a bit closer.
Why?
Just come a little closer, here, like this.
Did I win?
A bit more, okay, that's nice.
...?
So, you lost. But still, you're very courageous right now.
Why so?
You're... you're...
Ah... what's wrong?
YOU'RE GAME.

Lest we forget

Last we met you were so high and mighty about those around you. Now I see you've forgotten, abandoned and ignored them.
Is it the touch of death that rises these eyebrows? Or is it... the blazing speed of decaying dreams? I see the fire has started to dim. And your fire has yet to prove itself. Is it a fire that starts and ends without a purpose? Are these flames as lost as the shine in your eyes? Nothing burned, nothing was altered. The ignition has thus served no purpose.
I see now that you're regrouping. Did you lose count? 'Cause I did. This is past the tenth or so "rearming", is that the name? The way you call it.
Maybe if you need to rearm again so much in such a short timespan... weapons won't solve the problem. Maybe you are the problem.
You hide behind these people. Behind the ideas you imagined about these people. Crouching when you should be standing. I view the whole battlefield, and you're not even into the main event. It's been so long, so long...

I see your pain, and your fear. The mind-boggling array of voices that overtake your domains once every week. You hate Mondays, and thus, you hate Sundays. And on Fridays, you hate Saturdays. Because one day leads to the other. And sooner or later, the cycle restarts. You cannot avoid your choices. But you can make new ones.

I know you're sad. And you and I know you won't take that leap. No, not that window. No matter how inviting it may seen, that type of self-destruction will never be on your menu. Funny how some ideas are deeply engraved into our psyches.
But that which brought you joy, that brought you lessons, that gave you ONE FUCKING REASON TO WAKE THE FUCK UP, you did not take in your heart. Maybe some oaths are just meant to be shown in seasons. Makes you humans feel like you're part of something, by saying something is a part of you. Everybody is made of parts, but the parts are replaceable.

Now watch the fires burn while you repeat to yourself you need to hold your ground because others may need you. It's all about the money, right?

Maybe it really meant something by that time. And since you already betrayed that which you for long swore to love, betraying yourself is piece of cake. You never truly felt fond of rising these eyes when facing a mirror.
By the thorns of undevoted love, I hereby mark my position. I will be the watcher of your decay. Struggle, my dear human, for your words shall no longer be treasured, nor will your acts be an inspiration for next generations.
Let the judgement begin.