This Time
It is time again - The air grows cold
Time to separate the marks from their prize possessions
They say they understand - No need to read the fine print
It is not their first rodeo
These were my pigeons of yesterday - They are guided by ego alone
I need not even try with them; this effort is not worth my time
This time - I set my sights on larger game
In a sport where predator may become prey
This Time - The wages of sin are now my ante
I have pawned my morals for table stakes
I will show no mercy when I see your tells - I will double down if you call
And collect a pound a flesh and a single drop of blood
You have played my game and held your own - They have wilted from your pressure
The pretenders have folded from my refresher
This time - You dance to the song of my choosing
Quickly clearing the table for our belated rematch
One card - One bet
Winner takes all
Prized possessions to the table - I offer all of my memories
The ones of us you tried to desiccate
You counter with my near dead heart - Recently excavated, still beating, from my chest
Clutched by your matching crimson painted nails
I shuffle, you deal - This time
I will savor the sweet taste of victory
My eight beats your six - My heart returns to me
I can feel love once more
But I won’t - I lay waste to this organ
An act as vile as your own
I am the only man who has ever loved you - The loss of my heart denies a 2nd chance
The definition of Scorched Earth
I am the only man you have ever loved - The loss of my heart denies you reciprocity
Something you can no longer steal from me or anyone else
This time - Your consistent character is your fatal flaw
It is only now you understand
This time - I walk away deadened, immune to your charms
You can only walk away dead