04/27/2024
The deck of unfortunate cards 1..
Face stone cold, as to not show one single emotion, The cards are drawn and the deck lays, each face laid down to be hidden away, until the final explosion.
See, those cards are dealt, not by ourselves infact, our entire fate lies in the palm of love and hate.
Shuffle the board, beg and scream to draw just one more.
But altering the natural order of things is a waste of time really, trust me, theres unwelcomed hell it will bring.
Resisting restraints, aimlessly insane, just spinning around, after awhile, she's too far gone, up up and away, little girl lost not meant to be found.
Her deck of unfortunate cards she then placed, in the palms of the feeble and broken, the unfortunate ones who were born a disgrace.
Doomed from the womb of a very broken down mother,
Who's womb should not bare the girl you'd call daughter.
Once again, a card in my hand, unfortunate deck how I hate for what is left. How I hate for what you stand.
Hold em or fold em,
Take em or hate em,
Face stone cold, still not one single emotion. No faces are laid to be hidden away, this unfortunate deck , one unlucky hand, would eventually be the first solid piece of foundation in which I now stand....
My unlucky deck, unlucky girl, an unlucky bet. Now take each one of those unlucky cards and hold em don't fold em, you can't erase them or replace them. Go and max bet your most important deck for in the midst of the chaos is your most lucky bet.
