At the end of each conversation
You won
In your favor
With your own law
In your own court
Like a good narcissist
As a good soldier
Same as the torturer
At the end of the night
Will begin another day
And I win
On top of the mountain of the false loss
Lives the king
Doomed to your hell
Placed in an actual heaven
At the end of the poem
You're just a puppet
Feeling like the master
How do I know this?
Cause devil's in the details
So sit still my friend
Behind the steel bars
Do you see them even
Oddly with your closed eyes?