His eyes, so dim, devoid of life,
By day, a player steeped in vice—
A womanizer, drunk on lust,
No love, no trust, just fleeting fun.

They see the weed, the wine, the grin,
A flirt who hides the pain within.
A prince with charm, a heart of stone,
A breaker of hearts, yet all alone.

The eyes deceive, they miss the scars,
But deep...