save me we scream. Take me away from this place that I have made. It’s an empty magic trick that holds us where we are. little by little the danger runs from you till all you are left with is a ghost of the hunger that you once had. but we carry on and we wonder how we got where we are. A fool you say that you are and that the only thing you are doing now is wasting all the fate that was granted to you. You know that the ace is the card you are waiting for but that card is still in the deck. The hunger sips from your tongue and your card comes up and you walk away, having lost that mighty passion that you once had. A stranger in your own mind holding on what you never had…a card drops and we all scream and it is too late.