i paid for a ticket to witness tricks for a fee
saw a body in half for applause and wicked glee
pull numerous rabbits from your magical hat
for all to gaze upon with a congratulatory pat
you pulled me in with the magic you weave
i watched your tricks for something up sleeve
mesmerized by your wit and your charm
my soul was taken without hesitation or hint of harm
under your spell was i as your art to work you put
eyes glazed over and my heart under foot
closely i watched for a hint of a lie
but to good you were at the trade you ply
your words are wicked and you back-pedal well
having me enthralled and under your spell
illusions quite expert and deftly sly
the audience would gasp and utter a sigh
aware of the mirrors you put into use
as slowly i slipped and fell in your noose
all were took in by your slight of hand
you had unleashed your devilish plan
constant was the smoke thru which i could not see
speaking of love as to other beds you flee
you spoke of forever but couldn't give me a day
as i sat, wondered, and cried... off you went to play
i payed the price for the ticked to your fabulous show
yet all you practiced was deceit and grief is what you sow
you are an expert as you practice to deceive
all that witness are willing to believe
the lies you whisper the words you speak
as you leave bodies in your wake desperate and weak
your skill is matched by no one at all
so great are your games that even you fall
to believe your own have-truths, gimmicks, and lies
till the day you awake alone on no shoulder to cry
then your craft will have left you bitter and cold
just as you left me with no one there to hold
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