Card of release, card of death
Somewhere in that fateful pile
Each new touch, each sweet breath
Snatched by this torturous trial…
Death Card
Wisps of demise seep through
Those ancient prison walls
My every vision, much too true
The voice of defeat calls
The unfilled place summons me
To start this destined fable
Isolation's what I see
Around the silent table
My friends are behind the other faces
Not strangers with averted eyes
Refused to acknowledge their very own places
Rather chose to live in lies
Card after card we noiselessly drew
Each lost in a distant world
Though oblivious, inside we knew
Mist of trickery slowly swirled
Card of release, card of death
Somewhere in that fateful pile
Each new touch, each sweet breath
Snatched by this torturous trial
Death would fall into one's hand
Should I pray that card be mine?
Would I abandon guilt's final strand
And coldly, heartlessly, easily decline?