Carpe Noctem!

Scribbling:

“Being prisoner of own thoughts

He deserved to lose, laughed upon

For the night had watched him

Far too long; attempting to pretend.

A game he knew he would not win

Yet he gambled his soul

Only to be chained and put behind walls

Where darkness rubbed his wounds with salt

Wounds he had left open for too long

It had corrupted the flesh and bones

While pretending to save his soul

Only to gamble it away, like a ruined memory

Memory, what else made him

Stand to look in eyes of self, as if

To judge and give a verdict upon

Crimes he committed only he knew about

Self, wretched one, remained silent

Probably it knew being guilty of pretension

One he had been running from for ever

But, only to be caught red-handed, alas!”