Life is like a poker game,
I”ve taken a look at my cards,
I”m ready to toss my hand in,
To put it poetically,
Or is it prophetically?
More like pathetically.
Sleep to silence the visions of dying,
I wish for rest evermore.
Down in a hole
and I don”t know if I can be saved
tattoos and memories,
all my thoughts are engraved