Illusional

 No one will ever get to my soul. 

It's shrouded in darkness. 

Mystery of the unknown. 

Unreachable thoughts. 

It's untouched. 

Unlike my body. 

Unexploited. 

Unlike my heart. 

It seeks. In vain.

If you think you know my soul, 

Think again. 

Was it my soul you saw? 

Or an illusion of what you wanted to see? 

If you think you know me, 

Think again. 

Was it me you knew, or perhaps, 

Who do I want you to know?

Are you livid at my words, 

Scared of my thoughts?

Did you embrace the Queen of Darkness? 

In turbulent emotional manipulation, 

Thinking her to be the Princess of Light?

Of Love, Hope and Joy?

I laugh at your naivety.

It's not my fault.

 You believed in things that never existed. 

Illusions are the greatest Magic, they say. 

And it was you 

Who called Love the greatest Magic, remember? 

So here I am, your Magician.

© Suranya