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Desperate Gambler |
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Jeremy Redinger Junior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 46 |
The Desperate Gambler I resonate words of fierce content within a mind-drawn battleground. It is a civil war unto myself - and in that way, the only casualty can be me. Behold. I know better than to do what I have. I'm better than this, much better. The scour of money has grazed my mind, the need to have it for some purpose - but oh, it grows much deeper than that... The seed of guilt, grows every moment that another dime falls away. And I can't provide What I've sworn to provide. And I can't escape the chime of the dimes As they slip away. I need to get at least a few back, no, more than that... No, I could get them all... Oh but I could use so many more, Yes! Only a few more and all will be well! And they all slip away, All of them and more than I even have, Guilt. Horror. Despair. But only for a dime, Just another dime... And I could get it all back - Just another dime... And another. And another... And they all chime into the abyss, Far from anywhere I could ever reach, And I'm reduced to nothing, I have nothing... But a world I'm somehow to provide for That's slipping farther and farther away. And it's the first dimes you play, You play them in the hopes of something better, And it's the last dimes you play, You play them because you can't bare the thought of loosing everything you have. It hurts to not know how you're going to make it, One might as well sharpen his blade on his hand Rather than gamble away hundreds, thousands, That one couldn't go home without... Might as well anyway... because life is without hope and we never know how we're going to make it... So we risk it all for the chance that maybe things could be better. We risk our mound of worries, in the hopes that they would turn to gold - but no... our worries turn to gold alright, but midas would never share what he touched with the likes of us... Even our very lives. Sleep now, poor child, but never wake again. The time is late, And the dawn is near... But that dawn should turn to dusk soon enough, That dusk will set the world to sleep and you'll still be there. Let the moon cry for you, Let the world live without you... You're hopeless, And a plague upon men. You had it all, and it might have been hard, so hard you didn't know if you could make it... but you still had it all and a chance to try. Some gamble... Lay your life in the hands of a Casino? Or in your own hands, And all the strength that you possess to work through it all. yeah... you feel that strength now - coursing through your veins, pouring from your heart, you could crush brick and bend steel... But that doesn't matter anymore... because you don't have that chance anymore. You've lost it all, and all the strength in the world couldn't change that... Hind sight is 20/20. congratulations... Welcome To hell. ... boo. |
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unholyjudgement Member
since 2007-02-27
Posts 116Wherever my soul takes me next |
Addiction an be cruel thnx 4 da words luved them alot |
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