Let's delve into the twisted maze,
Of a sociopath's distorted craze.
Peering into a mind so cold,
Where empathy fails to unfold.

Is there a flicker of humanity,
Hidden within this dark insanity?
Or is it just a game of manipulation,
A toxic blend of charm and deception?

Egotistical tendencies run deep,
Emotions buried, secrets to keep.
Wearing masks of false sincerity,
Feigning care and false empathy.

Master of body language, I am,
Reading signals like a written exam.
A dance of push and pull, I orchestrate,
Playing hearts like a twisted fate.

Introspection reveals a twisted desire,
To control and manipulate, set hearts on fire.
A borderline psyche, a hypnotic charm,
Drawing victims into my twisted arm.

Narcissistic tendencies run wild,
Drawing in the unsuspecting child.
Through manipulation, I gain power,
Using minds like a twisted tower.

I watch as emotions crumble and break,
Minds twisted for my own sake.
Rebuilding their thoughts, shaping their will,
A puppet master with minds to fill.

Feasting on the power I hold,
With followers obedient and bold.
Loyalty given without question,
A twisted form of possession.

I am the king of this mental game,
Playing tricks on minds without shame.
Using their thoughts as a tool,
To feed my twisted, selfish rule.


© Words Of Anthrax