Sipping gently on the decline,
Watching the story leave my mind,
Dancing gently to the whispers haunting
A gamble, a game, a lullaby.
Washing my words out till they clean up nicely,
My condolences to the muted inside,
A rose, corrupted, I gift to the departed,
A world that cheers on at life's demise.
They sob till they're alone, humans, one-of-a-kind.
A show we put on, till it all blows over,
The nightmares play games with reality,
My fortune has lost, time plucked my clover,
Even games with the Devil can cost a fee.