I’m like a gambler in a velvet-curtained room. Half-light and shadow nothing is moving. I’m playing but I know that I’m losing. Good money after bad. I fooled myself that her number was lucky. I stare at my phone my phone stares back at me. I feel my fingers pushing down at the keys. Good faith after bad. And nothing dies easy it holds on until the end. It takes all of your power to push the blade in. A last glow in the ashes a last spark in the eye. Breaking the glamour breaking the spell. Breaking another wild part of myself. Breaking the glamour breaking the spell breaking the will. Every sound you hear is the sound of. Something praying for more life to be given. For maybe just another precious second. And every junkie I’ve known trying to do straight time. Leaves a little piece of their soul behind. You can’t shed your skin like you think you can like I think I can. And nothing dies easy it holds on until the end. It takes all of your power to push the blade in. The last glow in the ashes a last spark in the eye. Breaking the glamour breaking the spell. Breaking another bad part of myself. Breaking the glamour breaking the spell nothing dies easy. So a toast to the mercy killings. For all these cursed obsessions. For all the useless passions. For when I’m shot and gone. Because nothing dies easy it holds on until the end. It takes all of your power to push the blade in. The last glow in the ashes a last spark in the eye. Breaking the glamour breaking the spell. Breaking another wild part of myself. Breaking the glamour breaking the spell breaking the will