A trickster’s grin
And a flash of smoke.
A quiet snicker
Meant to at your feelings poke.

This broker knows just how you’ll act
That is just a honest fact.
He watches you from behind cold glass,
And you won’t notice him when you pass.

His only rival has hair of gold
And is a fiery flame to the broker’s cold.
No one knows their true relation
But it could lead to his damnation
Should he give in a bit too much to temptation.

For now he’ll wait
And the lives of others begin to taint.
He loves humanity after all
And wants to see all the ways that they could fall.

Why is it that your so misleading.
Your every action shown to be that of a hero,
but in reality your the puppet master.
Pulling others stings to recreate your plan.
You call them pawns, game pieces,
who can be used and abused to fit your schedule.
Yet they call you friend without realizing your sick intentions.
You cause flames to leapt amoung them,
to become a hero,
when all you are is a coward.
That is the life you lead:
Izaya Orihara