My memories are a box of cards
So many seem so similar I can hardly remember

All the different faces simply different races
Though soon they all just blur into one

Cascade across my table's solid surface
Spinning into crimson trapped in glass prisons

Face down before me five have been placed
Silver borders trap lines laced over black

Across the table another sits in silence
Darkness turned tangible deals from the back of the pack

Once we've seen all the faces he grins still in silence
I’ve lost the game that staked my soul's chance for escape

And though this hell is not fire
My mind's nightmare is worse

I’ve become a face that's been placed within the depths of the deck
Now sprung from his hands we've all been set free

I gasp as we pass the edge of our table
And like a waterfall tumble together into darkness