Love.
What a pathetic, absurd illusion.
A fairy tale spun for weak, useless bastards,
Too blind to grasp the world as it truly is.

The world is a rotting, godforsaken wasteland
Where only lies and deception thrive.
Everyone wears a mask.
Everyone hides a blade.
There are no saints here.
Nothing left but shades of grey.

I swore by that claim for years,
Until I met her.

A single innocent soul in a world drenched in sin.
A ray of sunshine in the bottomless black abyss,
A delicate flower from whom I must stay as far away as possible.

I can’t.
I am going to steal her light,
Even knowing it was never meant for me.