wolf in sheep's clothing

Oh my woeful little Heep's
Prancing through life my little wolves dressed as sheep
Out to cut down emos that weep
Ash my loveless little minions easily we hide
All dressed up in pride
We care not for anyone but ourselves but truth be told we dont even love ourselves
We dine on emotionally destitute
For our soulless shells that mirror our true loves pain
So that we may borrow from that well with disdain.
We laugh at all the hearts we break tallying up the broken little innocent hearts like points in a game
If I try really hard I can even remember one or two names I go forth in life striving to attain that little jar of hearts I shake it in my minds eye ,gleefully
Preparing for the next lonely lovesick victim to add to my
Score sheet of the wounded and broken I've trampled upon
Ruining their spirit seeding their soul tears fill my cup
I wish I could wear them like a hunter wears pelts
All of them I played lied to and never felt my heart such a dark place I have no spirit no soul but they never see it in my face
I taste one and they say their vows of devotion that's when I reveal the wolf hidden beneath they are so shocked when I show my teeth
I can't count all the spirits I've stolen because I haven't a care in the world couldn't give it a second thouht   just then in a twist ,the in expecting wolf now becomes the sheep
As a beauty is born a goddess to just adorn all the players mine her like gold and she cast them aside one by one and her green eyes devour their handsome features like a vulture she feasted on their vows of love and devotion the wolf comes upon her just as she cleans her teeth and licksvher claws of the dripping blood from hearts still beating platitudes sickened by the monotony of it all ,he's smitten by her careless deamenor he coils up to her feet as gleefully she steps on him as if he were nothing but a step higher on life's ladder he foolishly believes
Clearly she's made a mistake
He falls over himself all puffed up with his ego as his  claim to righteousness she looks right through him as if he weren't even there the wolf so full of his own self  that he can't conceive of this hot little vixen not wanting him his beastly gallant self she laughs and toys with him coyly he throws gifts and promises at her and she nods on his stories of treacherous abandon he thinks he speaks to agress upon her but she tires of him he lashes out finally in love she beckons him closer to kiss him goodbye your vows are nothing to me your love is like you nothing to me she laughs at his hanging head defeated and deflated he becomes vengeful paws at her and she reaches into his chest removing his still beating heart she pulls from her bag her much larger  jar of hearts her trophies of her fallen she laughs and steps on him as she walks by tears still stinging in his dieng eyes she laughs and shakes her head don't you know me I'm the afrodite with pandoras box of revenge you can't hurt people and use them for your ends without remorse gleefully trampling through their lives like you vile men dispicable in your plunder I ask you how does it feel ?