The Sociopath

Balthazaar....a fallen angel, a demon and an empty soul.

THE SOCIOPATH

 

Holding  my breath. I fight the tears

Of the pain you caused and cursed

Not wanting to breathe another breath

Wiping  tears;

I know soon that I will burst.

 

Knowing all the pain I’ve caused

Letting the demons in my heart and head

Should I take another breath? Breathe

Allowing myself another chance

The memories are haunting, fleeting

And the pain is just too much;

 just dance.

 

I can’t believe the evil that crawled

Up in my life, my heart, my bed

Knowing of the vows I made, the ring

No matter, four years you took

Knowing the confusion swirling in my head.

 

Why would someone take advantage

Of a precious sanctity that was built

Manipulation, lies, deception

Causing  chaos, disgust and guilt.

 

There are evil beings with no conscience

They have no self respect

For innocent souls they manipulate

Children are not even exempt

 

They can't find happiness of their own

so they prey on other's wings

Pathetic wasted space on earth

With no regard to family or wedding rings

 

There is a place for those that walk

Among us with the devil in their heart

They are your friends, your neighbor

A relative you never know

until it starts.

 

I made promises to you,

Those promises I kept

As soon as I changed my path

For you,

you were done, you just got up and left.

 

I tried to convince myself as soon

As I started to see

That your promises weren't genuine,

But hoped you were truly there for me.

 

But when the truth came out

The lies were real and shoved

Out in open space

You changed, you pulled away

As you were finished with the chase.

 

I hope you feel victorious that

You succeeded your master plan

But in the eyes of God and many

Your nothing more than a sociopath

Not even close to being a MAN.

 

Look in the mirror every day and

Say,” I hurt women and children

I use and torture them

For my own sick and twisted

Pleasure and my own

personal gain.”

 

Look in the mirror really hard

And see the reflection shown back

You are a nothing more than a

Haunted soul with a monkey

on your back.

 

You can run and you can hide

You can try and carry on

But I promise you as I’ve promised

Before my image is NEVER gone.

 

I am strong and I am a woman

Of power and many strengths

I can look in the mirror and know

My intention was no more than a mistake.

 

Can you?

Can you do that?

Can you honestly look at yourself

And be proud of what you see?

No. You can’t, you never will

Because when you look you will see

my children and I promise you will see

ME.