I am a master of disguise,
my mask is of pure deceit,
without flaw;
it's beauty, limitless.

I am a prince of envy,
my palace is full of treasure,
but none of these I could touch.

I am a king of desolation.
The hall is empty,
just like its ruler
that sits on a
broken throne.

I am a man,
sitting by the
broken door
of the home I could
not save.

My only companion,
is my deranged mind,
and figments of
beautiful memories.