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.