A bet is the epitome of death.
Whatever you gamble,
a watch,
a house,
a soul,
what's really in an outcome?
Suffocating on the ruse you created, and laughing at the corpse rotting,
You're the reason for the breaking.
Chest palpitating breathing rapidly and screaming at those who never take responsibility,
A shadow, a ruse, a game,
Taking my match just to light the fuse and watch it crumble.
The lies you told.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
