Master of Disguise

You idiot, you thief of love, you tyrant.

How could I have viewed hell as some kind of oasis for so long?

Your devlish charm was mistaken for love and acceptance;

Your nonsense lies were sticky sweet, like cherry lip gloss.

I thought for so long that you were smarter than I,

More level-headed, more wise in the ways of this world.

The bodies scattered across the dirt floor seemed to bow before you.

Some of them even reminded me of myself.

I met someone with crystal eyes and rosy cheeks,

Hair like an ocean at sunrise.

I wanted to kiss them and they reached for me too,

Only to surround themselves in high rising flames.

Someone that lovely could not be an evildoer,

But you told me that the devil is a master of disguise.

We met in secret from then on,

Like some kind of Shakespeare play.

The day I found out was a tornado.

All at once, your lies crushed you.

How could I be so blind?

The fire around us was your doing.

My darling dragged me into the sunlight,

I had forgotten what it felt like to feel true happiness.

They took my hand and kissed me as you burnt yourself to ashes.

You idiot.