If you would read me like
A Gypsy's cards
Turn me over in your palms
What would my fortune be?
The Hanged Man
With a fate of Death
Resignation -
It took my last breath.
If you were gifted with hieromancy
Tell me please, what you'd foresee?
My entrails ragged, bloodied and weak
Gravely, you would drag them from me.
If you were a surgeon
And would crack my chest
You'd find a wounded heart
Irregular - it forgot its quest,
Lost in a rhythm
That only brings hurt.
From uncommitted shallow lungs
Comes black tar spewing
As darkness comes.
If you were anybody
What would you see?
And can you say
There is hope for me?
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