I know I've done cruel things,
Unforgivable actions,
Fueled by lies,
Deception as the foundation for all my imaginary castles,
I gaze into mirrors and see,
Pain,hurt and self disgust,
Knowledge of the scars inflicted on those that willingly gave me their trust,
now permanently tainted,
In body,
In spirit,
Their spirits now broken,
A mark on their souls now yearning for peace,
For hope,
Does it exist?
In these deeds I now comprehend,
I am a predator,
Preying on the minds of the unwary,
Those that cannot see past my facade,
And through it all ,
One thing is certain,
Death,
Eternal rest,
Or perhaps torment for those that
Earned it,
And on my epitaph ,
Let the truth come unfurled,
For in death I can no longer harm innocents,
For in death I am in eternal containment,
And let my epitaph symbolize hope,
To all who have fallen prey to my deception.
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