Fade.

Fade, fade, fade away. You're my seabrim, my escape. Fade, fade, fade away. Mercy, mercy, mercy jaded.

Like a deck of cards, four way part. Clubs, diamonds, spades, and hearts. Like a game of poker, I must win. But faded, I am. Another hand.

"Deal, deal, dealer— again."

I'm faded between paper and pen. Lost in efforts between seven and twelve, my deck is exposed, nothing but spades within.

I begin to sweat and don't know why. The color jade wells inside, like envy or fear. Fade to an escape (a bottle, a container, a rusty blade— a mirror, a love, disregarded mistakes).

Like the trees, I breathe, intake. Oxygen purifies my soul, faded away. One in four, I'm left on a table exposed. A spade in a sea of love, luck, and nobility. I am left pointing to the skies, irregardless of faith.

Faded, faded, faded away.
No more jaded, I'm my own escape.