My tears they pool around me
My feet now wet, salty, and cold
My head is hung low but my height is high
Over a key, a drink, and some cake I cry
The white rodent has abandoned me
My cup is empty of my tea
I'm caputured by vines of roses
Reds and whites surround me
A deck of cards fly by
That smile disappears into the sky
Away from the royalty of hearts
Out of the hole, dead is my soul
-KMD
