In the hands of a Sociopath

Lured into what seemed to be a Heavenly Touch
Embraced with compassion, the passion of love
Paints a pretty perfect picture with each stroke of her brush
A change of flow, The blood traveled through my veins in such a rush
Providing a rapid and forceful beat, Rythm of my heart that pumps
is handed to her, included is my trust.

Warmth, Joy and Love is displayed
By her Glibness and superficial charm
In her hands lays my heart
fondled with care, I seen no harm
A sudden increase of force within her grip
Piercing existing wounds, enters, her finger tips
A flow of blood streams down her hand
I am a victim of this pain, In distress
and unsustained, Here I stand.

She lives for the moment, forgetting the past
An unplanned future, Not thinking ahead
the concequences upon her behalf.
I have placed my heart
In the hands of a Sociopath.

Audeliz J. Camacho