A Fools Query

i.Five of Pentacles
Funny how we chase rejection
Running scared to bruised up arms
This self-fulfilling harm
Asserts itself in vivid sections
Out with the old, in with the gin
Leaving me locked up here
Once more, jealous again.
 

ii.The Hierophant
He's starving, he's lonely  
He's gliding in midnight theatre  
He's greater, so wistful  
Respectful with each and every word  
I'm tired, and submerged
Immersed in cliche stained tragedy
Of whispers, so askew
In lieu of self-honest flattery.
 

iii.Nine of Swords
Like a poet enraged  
We are cascade, embraced  
Like an aroused jealous lover  
In the circus of life  
We all brandish a knife  
Poised on the tongue of a joker.