In the shadows, where darkness thrives, A twisted devotion cunningly contrives. A manipulative dance of false affection, A masquerade of love's cruel deception. They offer devotion, like a radiant light, Their words enchanting, their gestures bright. With honeyed promises and fervent desire, They stoke the flames of an inner fire. But beware the depths of their twisted devotion, For it's built on lies and hidden emotion. They feign a love so pure, so deep, Yet their intentions are far from what they keep. They pull you close with tender embrace, Whispering sweet nothings, weaving their space. But their devotion is a web of control, Designed to bind and take a toll. In moments of affection, they hold you tight, But darkness lurks beneath their gleaming light. They manipulate emotions, your heart they seize, As you yearn for their love, longing to appease. Yet their devotion is a poisoned fruit, A facade that hides their deceptive pursuit. They wield it as a weapon, a cunning guise, To keep you captive, under their lies.
Control
Verwickelte Saiten
Within the realm of manipulation's grasp, The push & pull technique holds a clasp. It starts with push, a deliberate shove, Undermining your confidence, testing your love. With calculated words & actions unkind, They create a doubt & confusion in your mind. Criticism & disapproval become their art, Weakening your spirit, tearing apart. Then comes the pull, a strategic allure, They shower you with affection, sweet & pure. With love & compliments, they draw you near, Creating a sense of dependency, fueling your fear. The push & pull, a dance of control, Leaving you vulnerable, lost in their role. They make you believe they hold the key, To happiness, validation, & feeling free. The outcome of this manipulative game, Is a power imbalance, a life filled with shame. You become reliant on their whims & desires, Trapped in a cycle, their puppet on wires. Your self-esteem crumbles, your identity fades, As you're pulled closer, entangled in their charades. They exploit your emotions, your need to be loved, Leaving you empty, like a wounded dove.