Squandering past and love alike
The temptations fragile hand
Crushed around your fingertips
Secreting darkness from their lips
As the costume makers doom
Their life to a single star
Profound that sight of hearts touch
Kissed by the love of an angel
Whilst the gamblers stumble
To struggle with free will
Succumb to the last taste of death
Down the valley where they slept
Crying along those sighs of woe
Farewell to freedom and fortunes go
Pathetic are the sights of man
Frivolous with gifts not theirs to own
Grasping on for one last bet
A risk taken to the end
Whilst the dice roll and fate decides
How the hollow man shall lie
