A demon in human skin
Eyes glistening cerise

Concrete battlegrounds
Deeply rooted scars upon

Pale skin you wear each passing second
You are only a stranger lurking behind

As you dance nimbly
Painted smiles upon your face
Flicker of bloodlust in those eyes
A transient dream from which you
Would never awaken from

The golden sunshine never a comfort
The charcoal night is your domain
Truth would only create only chaos
What escapes this form, you ask?

There is no answer; Miss Saya
You are too close to the sun, my dear
Darkness would only consume you….