Dancing With The Flames Of Hell

I am left with no cards to play,

No petty tricks up my sleeve.

I watch as they sell my shoes

And sign me up for some schemes.

I thought heat would spare me

When I danced with the flames of hell.

My reasons got tangled up

And nobody here rang the bell.

The wrong crowds adored me

While the good ones all slipped away.

I thought the path found my feet,

But all roads were in disarray.

So here I am with no cards to play

And nobody to call a friend.

I stare as they choke my heart,

And I welcome the bitter end.

-Jackie