The Covenant.

The card that's too sharp

to be played in your hand

it cuts and it bleeds

to your heart's 

killing demands  

Walk through the garden 

dead and decayed,

dream to rebuild

what was meant to stay.  

The dead king

who killed himself

strangled by death

it was suicide,

the star burned through his chest.  

But as I stare up

at your sky

the sun blinding my heart

all my dreams rotting they die  

I dig this hole with

my drained heart

I'll let you down

I won't be apart.  

Blood soaked desires

fall from the edge of my blade

keeps you drowned in your fears

too loved to decay.  

Hate will never

cross the skin

too late to call your bluff

it's stretched too thin.  

I came to your murder today

I would explain it for you 

but it was only a game.

Time keeps slipping

play your hand

it's too late.

The King of Hearts 

knows only to hate.