His frail ego built so paper thin
Inflicting pain to feed pleasure
Hollow words recycled as spin
While collapsing under pressure
Familiar reflection in the mirror
As the truth stares back at him
His intentions suddenly clearer
Reality grows cold hope is dim
Sin tastes bitter dining alone
Guilt taunts while killing slow
Malice molds a heart of stone
There’s no unknowing once you know
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2026











Nice work……but of self reflection I presume?