I don't smell a lion
Smoke obscures your face - uncovering who you truly are
Evil is your greatest love
Your melancholy smile haunts all who behold your face.
Oh the pleasure of being a martyr
Living in darkness is so comfortable - Dark Moral Objectivity
The veil you wear is sickening - self-righteous *****
Gloom enters with you, striking fear into everyone
Don't think you aren't isolated
The veil you wear isolates - the veil brings you power too
Though you are recognized you aren't accepted
Moral convictions mean nothing - utter nothingness.
          Your bed is a shrine to the past,
                    of past lovers whose hearts
                    you ripped out - leaving their
                    lifeless skeletons to continue
                    wandering - searching for a love
                    that they will never find . . . .
Once the epitome of purity - your perceived innocence is smoke
Thick smoke fills the room - suffocating all who breathe it in.
You breathe in smoke everyday - You spew smoke onto everyone around you.
Smoke like a noose chokes me - thrashing wildly I grasp for truth, all I have is smoke.