I Love Petting the Golden Chicken
Jan. 29th, 2026 09:34 pmTo be a highroller one must know the sound of defeat
Pull the handle, feel the rush and the spike as you edge closer and closer to the closing of your casket
Heartbeats so loud they can crack a rib, sync it with the slots, feel it burn you inside out
There's no better bittersweet victory than the ones that hinge on the very being immaterial
Gamble, gamble, gamble.
My life is a gamble, I only wake up to check my fortune
If the stars won't align, I might won't live another day
A dopamine driven mania that can shoot you higher than the stars
A crumbling so sudden you can taste your blood pouring out
That's life, that's the BEST life.
No matter how hard I try, I can't predict a thing
Destiny equals surprise, it never fails, never wavers
So I must gamble, I must give meaning to this pitiful existence
Causality is king and it's the knife that will fall unto my heart
This luck is all to myself
I'm selfish, I'm the worst
They need it more, they deserve it more
But I win, and I win again, and I win
My curse, they envy my curse
It snaps back and it HURTS like hell
There's no rest for the likes of me
I'm a highroller, I'm insane
I'm stuck in a cycle, I can't escape
I don't want to gamble anymore
I wan't my life back
There's nothing left of it.
Perhaps, tomorrow luck will find me
And I can be happy for another day.