Poetry Of A Borderline

manipulation

In shadows deep where lies take shape,
Manipulation weaves its darkscape.
A subtle dance of deceit and guile,
A venomous web, a twisted wile.

Words crafted with cunning precision,
To mold minds with subtle incision.
A puppet master with strings unseen,
Pulling hearts into a realm unclean.

Promises whispered, like sweetest song,
Yet beneath the surface, something's wrong.
Emotions played like a well-tuned lyre,
Fueling the flames of deceitful fire.

Invisible chains bind the unsuspecting,
In the web of lies, they find themselves reflecting.
Lost in a maze of half-truths and lies,
A prisoner of manipulation's guise.

But truth, like a beacon in the night,
Shatters illusions, revealing the blight.
Empowered with knowledge, hearts can mend,
Breaking free from the manipulator's trend.

So heed the warning, stay ever aware,
Of manipulation's cunning snare.
Stand strong in the face of deceit's allure,
For in truth and honesty, we find the cure.