On the table of destiny, a card was turned over... and my heartbeat stopped, nowhere.
A heart as black as night, cold and empty, steals the pure heart of its last thread of faith.
The casino lights die, the air freezes on my skin, my eyes weep shadows, my hands tremble with ice.
The silence screams danger, fear laughs with a slow smile... the card stares at me, its heart hollow.
Now I sleep under the table, without blood... without sound... and the card remains untouched... with its heart lost.
