Release Me

BismiAllah

Hours past midnight, memories for me to taste
A flavour so strong, my heart makes haste
But it stumbles on the way to embrace this peace
Remembering only the heartless games of deceit

Don't play with me, O Tempter, your way is lame
I won't be your chess piece in this selfish game
Words of defense eagerly spoken
Your gesture is yet another selfish token

No closure from a vague excuse
My being begs entrance into deep recluse
Victimized by the very essence of self
Resolving for security and a greater wealth

For you your way, and for me mine own
Words easily spoken, though actionless prone
My enemy moves with me from the depths within
The game is just beginning, so deceptive is sin