Deception, a term I never claimed,
Yet now the truth has me untamed.
I weave the guise of saintly grace,
Pretending kindness, wearing a face.

I craft illusions of love so bright,
Yet deep within, I harbor spite.
In hatred’s grip, I twist and turn,
A vile creature with much to learn.

Goals I held, so close yet far,
Trapped in the shadows of my own bizarre.
Proclaiming purity, naive and true,
While hiding the darkness that’s born anew.

I speak of manipulation, a master’s art,
Blinded to the lies that dwell in my heart.
Bonds I’ve shattered, lives undone,
The guilt, it seems, I’ve never known.

For in the mirror, the truth’s laid bare:
I’ve loved but one—myself, laid bare.
The obsession with hate, a cruel embrace,
Reflects the monster I’ve come to face.

I harmed the one I claimed to adore,
Yet here I stand, breathing once more.
Promises made to stop this fight,
Now echo softly in the dead of night.

Demons I loathed still reside within,
Controlled by me, a twisted kin.
Is it regret that haunts my mind,
Or the weight of the lies I’ve left behind?

Master of deception, indeed I stand,
A tangled web spun by my own hand.

I’ll gaze into your eyes and mirror your smile,
Feel your pain, and share your joy awhile.
Yet in return, a piece I’ll take,
For I am a thief, and stories I make.

A hunger deeper than the abyss, I hold,
I’ll walk beside you in the night so cold.
But in return, with quiet grace,
I’ll write your tale and leave no trace.

For I am a weaver, with timeless ink,
Stealing moments faster than you think.

I’ll bear your sins, and serve your hell,
And in return, grant heaven’s swell.
But will you let me walk your way?
A part of your story, come what may?

For mine is lost, in time’s cruel sway,
Shattered fragments, more than stars can say.

A child, too scared to face the world,
Crafted a man brighter than the sun.
The man, with charm, spoke in his stead,
To ease the fears that had begun.

But still, the child felt bitter pain,
So he forged one strong, too firm to yield—
A figure carved in stone's embrace,
To bear the wounds that would not heal.

The child longed for love, yet feared its touch,
So he shaped a heartless, sharpened gaze—
A sentinel to block the flood
Of emotions veiled in shadowed haze.

Still lonely, the child wove a friend,
So warm, the heavens burned with spite.
This friend, with stories soft and sweet,
Held his hand through every night.

But from mortals came a threat too great,
So a guardian, unbeaten, rose—
A force to rival heaven's gates,
To shield the child from worldly foes.

Then fate itself grew envious,
And twisted threads with vicious spite.
Thus, another form took shape—
A being stronger than the light.

The heavens roared in angered storms,
And hell's deep flames began to swell,
Yet the being simply cast a glance,
Then took the throne to silence hell.

With power beyond the gods’ own reign,
It severed fate’s eternal string,
And closed its eyes upon the throne,
To wait in stillness till the right time came.

Selfish I Am

I’d trade the sunshine to see her smile once more,
For it’s the only sunshine I’ve ever known.

I’d give up all the flowers, just to breathe her in again,
For her scent is the only fragrance I seek.

I’d surrender the air itself, just to feel her touch,
For her touch is the only warmth I crave.

I’d forsake this gray world, if only to hold her
For a fleeting second—
Because she is the world to me.

Hunger was all he had known,
So he ate all he could.

Riches gone, fields laid bare—
The hungry king came,
And the people fled in fear.

He devoured the grains, the vegetables,
He feasted on the beasts of the land.
Yet still, the hunger burned, unsatisfied.

So he turned to his people,
First the peasants, then the ministers,
Until none were left—
The land now barren, with no one to rule,
For he had consumed them all.

The king cried, for the sin of gluttony
Clung to his mind.
In despair, he devoured his queen,
Then the children he had fathered.

Still, the hunger gnawed at him.
Until he met my gaze,
Hoping to find relief in my flesh.

He ran, with all his might,
Falling at my feet,
And dug his ugly teeth into my flesh.

The demon of gluttony smiled.

"Oh, King of Hunger," I called.
"Rejoice, for your misery ends here."

He saw then his own hand
Within his mouth,
Felt the disgust rise,
And he wept.

The King of Hunger,
Died at last—
Of hunger.

A small bird, no larger than my hand,
Shielded something precious from the rain.

Concerned, I stepped closer,
Wondering what she so tenderly guarded.

Must be a mother, I thought,
From the fierce, gentle look in her eye.
The rain ceased, and the precious one meowed.

Confused, I saw the mother protect
A son not hers, a kindness
Perhaps even heaven had never known.

The kitten played and leapt,
Until a hunter came, hunger in his eyes,
Ready to devour the helpless child.

The mother wept and offered herself,
Her own life in place of the one she saved.
The hunter agreed, and thus
The virtue of kindness left the kitten orphaned.

Perhaps I would have helped—
But she never asked.
So I, unlike her,
Do not wear the angel's wings of kindness.

Under the starry, storm-streaked sky,
The rain collided, fierce and wild.
Lovers hid from the world’s sly eye,
In a cave, by moonlight beguiled.

She, in a gown once pure and white,
Now dirtied, loose, and torn with time—
A princess fallen from her height,
A traitor’s love, forbidden crime.

Cold crept in, but heat arose,
A fire lit where shadows lay.
Her eyes met his, dark as his sins,
And lust began its hungry sway.

The god of love, amused, looked down,
As lips met lips, the sin began.
Sweet taste, soft skin—he felt her drown,
His tongue with hers, a desperate dance.

In his arms, she closed her eyes,
Breathless, gasping, bodies tight.
Sweat clung to skin, the heat, the rise,
As her gown fell, lost in the night.

Her beauty now revealed to him,
An angel's form, bare as snow.
Her body shone in the cave’s dim,
A goddess bathed in sinful glow.

He touched her soul, his hands defied,
All that was holy, all she'd hide.
The taste of her, elixir sweet,
He drank it down, complete, complete.

The deed was done, the passion spilled,
Her purity lost in mud and rain.
Yet still they burned, desire fulfilled,
A sin made holy through their pain.

Under the sky, the stars looked on,
Their bodies spent, their breaths as one.
The world forgot, the night was kind—
Lust and love forever twined.