Narcissist doll

Insanity calls for a spiritual demise
Angels reject thy disease
Forgotten, they suffer
No shadow to take
For I am the god here to please
 
Apparent in riles  
Complacent in stellar
Lain place of valiant tease
Forsaking the measure
In search of self pleasure
Emboldened by the flair of the ease
 
Lay waste, their desires
let them singe in the fires
I am skillful at faking good deeds
forlorn, yet persuaded
To be masterfully jaded
Well versed to this imperfect scheme
 
Marked place of a sinner
A dalliance drawn thinner
Whilst refusing to bend at the knees
Tempters found at the base
In the shame of good taste
Aspiring for a glint of good seeds
 
Soon the ego will fall
From the narcissist doll
For they can’t finesse the ambient reams
A slip from the tower
Will lessen their power
And slit the wit at its seams
 
A smouldering spirit
With no lust to hear it
Just infatuation of self to redeem
Their blame bears no limit
They’ve no resiliency to mimic
And no regard for the sake of the team
 
Lay rest, the rejected
With no self perfected
a mere tone in a torturous scream
Alone, thy be withered  
Fractured and dithered  
A tonic for captureless dreams