Temptation slithers, hungry and bold,
A serpent that wraps and leads astray,
Between shadows and glimmers untold,
The line between sin and light in its sway.

My name, a coin passed through hands in the street,
But who am I, if not a soul incomplete?
Among the cheers and eyes that never see,
There’s a war in my chest, only felt by me.

They say I'm great, that I’m what they crave,
But I am the cracks that the lights never save.