Enchantress.
Venom spills from your tongue in every word recited,
done so naturally for people not to be able to notice
how the poison spreads out of your perfect lips.
An enchantress, a master of manipulation and seduction,
putting that pretty face in use as a weapon, a fireback,
that will eventually hit you when you least expect it.
Always looking for a new victim to caught in your web of lies,
or a vulnerable puppet, to have the power to pull out the strings,
and play with their emotions and actions, done so naturally.
The naturalness of your habits makes it impossible to discern,
with such a delightful personality, nobody would think twice,
of your hidden motives, and the way you toss people away,
when you can’t take anything else away from them, it’s over.
A master never let the puppet know when is going to be replaced,
their lies and venom has spread all over their bodies; t’s useless,
every word the siren says is the truth until they break from the spell.
And you have laying puppets on the floor, pieces of cracked bones,
but mostly broken hearts, without a chance to repair them,
for the poison spread in their veins, no bandaid will work.
They have to stay away from their enchantress to understand,
that their actions were nothing but an attempt to please,
but not their actual desires. They need to get clean from that toxin.
