The Boy; Lost Treasure

You play charades,

So no one sees, who you really are. 

The boy, who\'s heart had been destroyed,

By a demon, hiding in the flesh of a girl. 

You love, to your heart\'s content, 

But keep it hidden deep within,

As if, you\'re hoarding a lost treasure. 

You pretend to be a demon,

When you\'re an angel in the flesh. 

No matter the act, or the lies. 

I can see right through. 

I see your reasons, 

Behind pained eyes, 

Every act of treason,

Brought from her. 

You play charades,

But you\'re no good. 

I still see the angel,

Dancing behind masked forces.

You, are but, a lost treasure.