Here’s a bit of trouble for you;

I’m seeing double or truth.

You best fold your hand,

or at least wipe it down.

You don’t know where it’s been.

I’m crazy but at least I’m not insane.

I’m afraid that that’s what they all say.

I’m playing poker with tarot cards,

I have death and death but haven’t lost so far.

I’m pulling ligaments in Grim’s hand,

forcing him to catch you in the act.

Well Grim’s stalking in Speyside.

I’m afraid it’s our time.

Well we’ve lost ourselves again.

Who knew we’d have to find another friend?

Hand in hand, bone to flesh now.

I’m still holding onto Death now.

Well it seems it’s a dead end.

We have to turn around and face our death.

Say goodbye to all that we love.

Say hello to never enough.

Confused between need and want.