A pathological liar,
I'm bound by restriction;
For who am I, cursed with such sin?
In the looking glass, I find contradiction,
Reflection a marred by darkness within.

A visage, cold and calculating,
Eyes void of remorse, devoid of grace,
A soul that thrives on manipulating,
Wearing masks to conceal thy true face.

Behind this facade, a twisted mind,
A labyrinth of secrets, concealed desires,
I dance on edges, no trails to find;
Leaving victims broken, consumed by fires.

I revel in chaos, a master of deceit;
Crafting illusions, spinning webs to all sides.
With every whispered word, I take a seat,
Controlling hearts, while intention hides.

Deep within this fractured mirror,
An emptiness screams, a voice so loud,...