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