Theatre of odds

I played foul on streets of insanity,

Though the rumor reached me late,

Crouching under me was my solitude alive,

But Theatre of odds had me under its bait.

I tried to break free and succumbed in a way,

Though I fought  ,I wasn’t left a choice but to pay,

Things worsened out as I had on my face a false grin,

Can’t run though, Theatre of odds knew I committed a sin.

 Recalled I played a part once in the theatre,

Commissions were less and fortune were meager,

Had to part ways as I wanted peace to earn,

It didn’t leave me though and made my inner conscience burn.

I did wrong but I won’t be returning back,

Because the world I left was dark and pitch black,

Hated myself but now I do love my deeds,

 Theatre of odds fulfilled all my desires, but never met my needs.