"The Narc"

Sick, Twisted, Man-Ipulator. Self Obsessed Dick-Tader...you wish you were as high as the pedestal you placed yourself upon. Ego flag flies, dancing hues of red. The Masks that surround the many faces will fall, revealing the grotesque you hide..The true face is seen , felt behind the closed doors of the one who fell in love with the lies. The lies that you spit in her face, projections from delusional island. The self hate that pours from those rose bud lips filled with poison. Poison of the slowest form..to murder the spirit of the one who loves you. Feeding off the pain of others to present them as the abuser. You're just a fucking loser, with false virtues you've picked up and regergitated as an act. As if they were facts....As if they were from inside that place within your chest where a heart should be warm and beating, but all that is left is a gaping hole and the endless feeding. Feeding on those you charm with false intention, in which ends in only harm. Take a long look in the mirror beast. Take a long look at the karma you will reap! There is no where for you to run. No where for you to hide. The only way through is in. Point that dirty ass finger back at yourself. Wake up to your woven lies within.