The Aces

Black and Red
sharp edges of White
stuck with a fate
impossible to fight

like rose petals srewn
love and death, Black
lining a path of ruin
the remains of an attack

a Game of pure skill
every player fights to win
we're hunting for a kill
savoring every sin

Perfection, the cure for rejection
while we're covered in scars
our hearts scream for protection
from love's many tiring wars

can any dream blossom to Red?
the fate of every love is one to die.
so that our hearts beat while dead
tears pours it's no longer clear why

Red and Black stream
from a Game where we've been drowned
no one can hear the scream
as we struggle to be found

give Me hope that i can win
that life is more than a game of darts
and there's more skill than luck and gin
let live theQueen of Hearts.