Playing cards with the monster

Oh how I wish I could lift your mask from your face. To see what "monster" fate's dealt hand had made. I would sit across the table if I could and re-shuffle your deck in hopes of seeing you win a single game.

If I were the dealer I would ignore all the hearts you had up your sleeve in the hopes that one would win you your hand. But am I also being played in this game or is my paranoia becoming more than I can stand?

Was this all just an illusion weaved by the spider that has me in her web? Is the poison circulating through my body and if so how long till I'm dead?

What were my intentions? Am I to blame? Maybe it was a need for attention or a way to lose my shame.

You have a grip on me and oddly enough I'm the one who doesn't want to let go. Feelings I'm more than a little scared to show.

Oh gorgeous self proclaimed monster keep your mask on low. You just may be the joker in a hand all my own.