Tainted Love~4

In the Fairy Tales, evil's face is so easily recognisable...

With time...we have learnt that not all wolves have fangs and blood-red throats...not all demons smell of fire and brimstone...not all witches are obsidian and ugly...

some are beautiful...even cherubic...some wolves are rugged and handsome...some demons are intense and sophisticated...but when your eyes have been trained to analyse financial data and spot a good investment...you inadvertently blind yourself...you judge a person's nature by his tastes,his appeareance...

but the vultures are always there to feed on you...

they want you and the opportunities that your money brings them...

they want your heart and soul...you are a slave enthralled to their every whim and desire...

they want your body...their eternally insatiable hunger craves the pleasure that your body yields...

they want your silence...so that those who truly love you are being kept in the dark while you are being bled dry...

you are everything to them...a plaything...a ladder...an emboidered Russian doll to exhibit to their friends...a receptacle for them to spit up their festering,lurking frustrations...a table to beat with their angry fists when they are maddened by wrath...a kite that they manipulate by deciding when to pull back and when to let go...

You follow them on your own little leash...you are unconsciously aware that you are falling down the dark maw of self-perdition...but you have lost control...you have been drugged...and your delusions about reality cloud your better judgment.

Things at home are not looking up either...your parents' frantic worrying leads to tempests in the living room...you believe yourself to be capable of making your own decisions...but your thinking has been going through a downward spiral...

all the time the painted sycophant lingers around you...stroking you...his beautiful lies like the caresses of the summer breeze...poison is poured into your mind from the chalice of his mouth...his tongue is seductive velvet...making your body wet whilst delving into the deepest core of your being...your heart...

In a matter of time...the final curtain will fall...you know it...a shred of objectivity deep inside you tells you that...but this little voice of God is overwhelmed by the smooth baritone of his flase promises...which strangle your little walls of resistence in a rising Cresecendo...

soon now...soon...