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.