Years and years of Game.
No pain,no happines,no hate,no love,no fear,no feelings,no luck,no god,no devil,no thinking,nothing.
Just a pure,Game.
The light from lamp was,blinding me.
I could not see the faces behind the table.
I could not see the cards on the table.

Now,the light is out.

Everything is dark.
My eyes burned from that light.
Now,i can see clearly,becose i'm black-eyed.

I can see those faces clearly.
I can see that all cards are already played.

I'm lightning my last joint.
Smoke is slowly filling the air.
I can see that i'm the last who is holding the cards.

My mafia bodyguard is giving me his gun.
I'm whispering him something.
He's leaving the room.
He's taking his time.

My Babe,is giving me kiss on my cheek,slowly.
Gentle.
She's taking a sip from the gin.

Now,she's taking out her gun.

Now,i'm focused on the Game.

Now,i'll be puting my aces on the table.
Slowly.

One,after another.

Now,play the GAME...


dedicated to-black mamba