Sycophant

He's a sycophant who wears
A Mask of Sanity  
Nourishes himself from the blood
Of his prey
Who's lives he's seized then challenged
To keep himself insanely sane
Plausible and pursuasive
Cunning hypocrisy
He's wasted count of all his deceptions
He tirelessly wonders
The evil most corridors of his mind
He lost his footing
Unconcerned he's already fallen
Never again to rise
Wailing torment
Vicious  laughter
Blood curdling screams
Slain hopes and dreams  
Left to decay on the blood soaked ground
He's won the race
He's lost against his madness Nonchalant of his fate
Until he finds himself in the end
Walking through hell's gates

Written By- Kandice Johnson
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