xi.

pastime

....

lost in the shuffle
as you play on my fears
three of hearts
four of tears

take in the sadness
i know its not your fault
you played your cards right
i succumbed to the madness
now im waiting for the fall

lost the person you used to see
wanting to once again just be
yet knowing this – you deal your hand
two of spades
one of me

i have given myself over to you
to you and your militia of insecurity
you rage straight through my heart
and pillage my soul
but im not asking for mercy

lost in this game
all over again
i cant seem to break free
you’ve got me where you want me now
all for you
none for me

and in this small room you are breathing deep
yet the air is much too thin
close my eyes and count to three
i cant bear to see you win



-me