Seven of swords

[brandnewmessiah]

Where do I fit in
It’s me who’s turning away
From a life I’ve now forgotten
To the pain of another day
Lying to myself
This is who I’m suppose to be
Shedding a happy skin
Leaving the ugliness for all to see

I’m spinning out of control
As the carousel goes round and round
Dizzy in my weakness
My feet will leave the ground
I dance to the pulling of the strings
Until fate decides to cut the chords
I’m impaled to this living
As read in the seven of swords

I steal the tears from other’s eyes
I have none for myself
It’s not that I don’t cry
I just need a little help
To join me in the sadness
To feed upon my fear
I hate to have to ask this
But It’s only you who can make me disappear

Coming back to Earth
You see I’m falling fast
The thought of trying is now dying
My time has come to pass
Eternally slip into the darkness
Beneath dirt covered pine boards
It was the nail in my coffin
When she turned up the seven of swords

[anirbas]

Mystical, otherworld flair and flow, Tro. The piece drew the reader in...Felt like I was peeking over your shoulder when the seven of swords card flipped over...As always, excellent writings with wonderfully twisted endings...Got more? Sabrina.

Havn't had my cards read in years...I don't dare to, anymore...