The Tormentor Of Souls

Desire, her only human emotion,
the others,
banished
dismissed as a weakness

Lured in with false promises
victims not yet victims caught unaware
dazed by a veil woven of deception
like lambs to the slaughter.

Being dragged under
Beyond the point of no return
with every new step taken,
another nail in thier coffin.

Ensnared in a web of lies
being played like a puppet
being strung along
to their demise

With one hand,
She draws them closer,
they follow blindly into the abyss
ultimately to stumble and fall

With the other,
she pushes them away,
having served her purpose,
labelled useless

A vision of the future
is now but a distant memory
fading forever into the darkness
the tormentor of souls claims another

The shadow of a broken man
reflecting on what was...