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?
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Peter. So glad you connected with the write my friend. There is self reflection for sure as well as pieces of what’s going on around the world. It’s a mixed bag like a lot of my work. There’s always layers.. Appreciate you.
Damian
This is very strong ink. And the last line is very real.
Regards
James
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, James. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That last line was so real I didn’t think anything else could follow it. Good thing it wasn’t in the first stanza or this one would have only been four lines long. Appreciate you.
Damian
Hello Damian,
A marvelous write my friend. Smooth poetry with some infectious rhymes.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It’s good to see you roaming the halls stranger.. You’ve been missed. Hope you’re doing well brother. Appreciate you.
Damian
When it comes to rhyming poetry you’re unbeatable, Damian. I’ve known people that you speak of. Through wisdom I’ve learned to avoid them.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Avoiding them is always best, it usually doesn’t turn out so good if one overstays their welcome. Appreciate you.
Damian
I like it very much, I like the light it contains and the shadow it projects.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Dig your analysis on this one brother. Appreciate you.
Damian
Hi Damien
Connecting with people on face value is tricky. Especially when it comes to new personalities. I’m a very tolerant
person myself but that last line sums it up. Once you get to know the true character of someone it’s not always pretty.
That’s why it’s awesome reading poems like this! It ain’t just me!
Thanks for posting.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It isn’t pretty when you find out the truth sometimes, I agree. I try to focus on our similarities instead of our differences in my writes. No it’s not just you. Appreciate you.
Damian
I read this from so many angles. You are a master at layers and multiple interpretations. I enjoy reading how others interpret it and see different perspectives, and you’re always bringing the goods when you set “ink to paper.” There’s a thing I say all the time that you encapsulated perfectly in that last line: you cannot ever unknow…cannt ever unsee. Once you get there, there’s no going back. Fantastic piece, bro!
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m always trying my best to bring my A-Game. I’ve always been fascinated by multiple interpretations and double entendres, so I have spent a lot of summers trying to hone that part of my writing. I also enjoy reading everyone’s interpretation. Yeah, the last line gave me goosebumps. I always enjoy your interpretations as well. Appreciate you, Sis.
Damian