He clutched his cards,
Looking over them one by one.
An unlucky hold, he is almost done.
Details and personality, all intertwined in one.
She will be loved by all, he should have held his tongue.
Days turn into years,
She feels she is a nun.
Expected to be so gentle and kind, but why does she always feel the need to run?
Rivers of salt, never ceasing to surprise.
She is numb now, she is dead inside.
Finite is her life, so trifling and humorous.
One day she will pass, and meet the one who knew this.
Good and bad, in everything that there is.
An unbalance in the scale, for he that he called his.
Elysium is near, no more pain.
"Good riddance", she says to herself.
There was so little to gain.
