The Fraud. The Magician.

Look.
Watch me spin images.
So wondrous.
Beautiful.
Surreal.
A sweep of hand,
There. Your life is complete.
A sudden movement,
The falling hat,
Slight of hand,
Your life in shambles.
I give to you; distorted reality.
So easy on the eyes.
You would want to believe every lie I speak.
Yes, it's true.

Watch.
Look at me, as I dig your grave,
As I make you believe it to be a castle.
Lie down on this exquisite feather bed,
No, don't worry.
Ignore the smell of the death.
Ignore the tombstone.
What have I turned you into?
A cracked sculpture.
A shadow of perfection you used to be?

Yes, these tears.
These tears of blood are good for you.
They cleanse you.
Ignore them for now.
Observe my hand,
Look into my eyes,
I'll give you another pleasing lie.
The best one of the lot.

A knife soiled by gore.
This will be your salvation.
Trust me.
I am the magician.
Ignore the hurt,
Listen to my lies.
Stay in the world I build for you.
The knife will take you there.
Hold it.
The shrieking wind celebrates your triumph.
These ruins, are nothing but a stronger foundation for your future empire.
The mourning night bids farewell to your worries.
The weeping skies, ask for your sacrifice.

You have to go.
You are a creation of pain.
Built by a fraud.
A sculpture of lies.
A tap of the wand,
You disappear.