Love.
A ****** in deep disguise.
Pain in which I despise.
The thing on which my anger dwells.
It causes so much living hell.

Truth.
A killer that is true and pure,
and it seems to hold no cure.
The thing that plays hide and seek.
The thing that I don't want to peek.

Peace.
A liar, clear as day.
It causes those who seek her to wander astray.
  The thing that holds deception's law.
It seems to strike the devils claw.

Friendship.
An enemy, clear and true.
I've nothing more to say to you.
The thing that causes heart break's song.
It's pain seems to last all to long.

Beauty.
Societies downfall.
It says things that are not true.
It causes so much fear and deception.
A cereal killer, isn't it true?
The pain in which it's causing you.