House of Cards

I put my cards on the table
Laid out to see the faces.
There isn't room left
On my rusted shelves
For my house of cards
To be kept from the wind.

No words can be heard
From my hollow lips.
Sewn shut by thin threads
With aged needles
Filling my body
With your poison again.

My lovely house of cards
Burned down on my table.
All that's left
Are the soft ashes
Only to be taken
To the ocean.