Elegance at its finest 
Yet cruel intentions hidden under the surface 
Danger shrouded by the innocence of youth 
My ears have betrayed my eyes in truth 
Image is but an illusion, ears reveal more 
The tricks behind the illusions spoken, revealed 
Uncaring words gracing caring ears 
Betrayal beyond that of Caesar's Brutus 
Friends and lovers have betrayed I 
The rage I feel pours from fresh wounds 
Masks removed, and hideous monsters revealed 
As my own mind as my own witness 
I vow to never believe in hope 
Yet to say never is to strong of a word 
But the power of words underestimated 
So shall I restate to vow to not believe in hope 
Hope from masks on masks of strangers 
Masks of innocence I must admit 
Weaken me to accept these lies as truth 
A curse of innocence beseeches me 
I try to not care but the curse calls 
Begging me back to the arms of lies 
Lies of family, friends, and lovers 
Such rage this does fuel 
But rage cannot be blunt, in attack 
Subtle changes as to toy with one 
This rage does fuel with fury 
Angel's divine power does ensue 
Yet nor do I care, for the wounds bleed 
Scars do not heal if the wound does not close 
Forcing me to be ever angry 
Angry at a world of lies