All of our cards are on this rotting table
they are soaked in our blood
but we play them anyway.
A sick game,
you like to play.
A bad bet,
as you like to say.
My cards are turned right side up
everyone can see my hand
except me.
A misplaced trust,
I had given you.
A poor chance,
the cards I drew.
We play for the big prize,
you say it's fair chance
that you won the bet on me.
Yet we both know I did not know the rules of the game.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 9:55 PM UTC
All of our cards are on this rotting table
they are soaked in our blood
but we play them anyway.
A sick game,
you like to play.
A bad bet,
as you like to say.
My cards are turned right side up
everyone can see my hand
except me.
A misplaced trust,
I had given you.
A poor chance,
the cards I drew.
We play for the big prize,
you say it's fair chance
that you won the bet on me.
Yet we both know I did not know the rules of the game.
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