Shooting Craps

These dice are bloody. 
These dead presidents are bloody. 
This ground is bloody.

Your finger prints are criminal. 
Your dreams are a crime scene. 
Your eyes have witnessed death. 
Your heart is a box of secrets.

The air you breathe in is toxic. 
Cigarette smoke chars your lungs. 
You laugh villainous. 
You cry when your alone.

Everyday the blade of despair 
digs deeper into your soul. 
You fall asleep in a nightmare. 
You wake up in the same one.

…Its your turn to roll…