CHANGES

He adorns your crown of hate.
Feeding on your lust for grace.
He pushes you to your limits.
Judging you on your capabilities.
Only the strong survive, or so they say.
His nails claw at your back,
Asking you to redeem your strength.
His sneer mocks at your incompetence.
He is rooting for you to fail.
His velvety voice lashes you like a whip.
His charcoal eyes pierce your conscience.
He changes you according to his will.
He is the master. You are putty.
He taunts. He teases. He trades.
Your self made innocence for a life of subjugation.
You cry out in fear as he binds you in his spell.
Escape is futile. The tides have turned.
You do his bidding. Choice is not a luxury with you.
Days have passed when you were looked up to.
You are now a derelict in the passages of Time.
Your existence is a question itself.
The Soul has passed beyond your reach.
Deafening silence has engulfed you in.
The deep chasm created in your fate.
That corroborates with your unclean self.
You had the choice when you had the will.
The tempting thoughts should have been a distant memory.
But things took a turn, you know not how.
You are now that which should not be.