The Illusionist

Softly spoken, But she had her way with words Sewing up my conscience to cover up her wounds, oh Materialistic, black dress and Tori shoes Wrapped up in accessories to conceal her every move I didn't see this coming So here we are, You caught me off

As an outcast I paced defeat Seeking comfort in this painful retreat Made an oracle against my will Word spread of miraculous skills Premonitions call my name I once doubted them all when they came Now I embrace it and I'll never be the same Transfix