I am master
Of my foolish heart,
Of every last mistake.
Each word that slips,
My downfall
Sings of the Inevitable.
The losing hand,
The heartless bluff
Is only my design.
Each lonely path,
Each unheard gasp.
Always had to be.
A self-fulfilling prophecy.
A self-destructive irony.
I'm master
Of this pitiless dream.