Escape Patterns

I'm going to die alone, neither a saint nor a martyr. I believed in all who was fake. Dismissed the fears try to fill the hole you left inside Mr. I walk this path, with no end in sight. December 12, 6:04 a.m. I brace to face the day no more pretend. Your walking hand in hand to your old friend Mr. Sandman ... dreams evade ... I read my fate ... King of Pentacles ... the Fool ... Strength ... Ten of Swords ... The Lovers ... The Empress ... The Star .. I place my hopes and dreams back on the shelf in a jar ...