Manipulation (Poem)—WhisperShade

It starts with a thought. Whispers of safety Thoughts become darker,deeper; Unfolding an enticing place of comfort.

Evil: Puts on a face of comfort gives a pain-free invitation Extends a hand, offering friendship.

Victim takes it follows cautiously, Thinking, the visitation will last only a minute.

Words flow like water; details of strife spill out. It listens, advising secrecy and repression. Carefully planning.

Victim leaves confused, yet grateful for a friend. Decides to return day after.

Minutes become hours, hours become days, It begins advising, steering them on a dark path sugar coated in anticipated understanding.

It watches Smiling sadistically Waiting for the victim’s fall, To become dependent; reliant Clothed in illusions. Watching, waiting.

Finding solace in a place Lightened with false support, dark as ink Victim follows: Listening, carrying out requests and demands. Blindly shutting out reality.

Soon All food becomes merely a necessity. All Sunshine: a storm, dark and cloudy. Acceptance of failure becomes a tolerance; Deeming all incorrigible.

Days of obedience, Victim starts doubting, questioning Quickly, It showers them with compliments, euphemisms of a false reality victim walks blindly.

Months of confusion, Mind is made up tells It to leave. Heeding, It delightfully pushes them off a decaying cliff into an ocean dark with fear, haunting with guilt.

Victim falls and feels pain, fear, guilt, betrayal that was always present, just painted with a fool’s paradise. Faking a smile They put on a mask saying,’I’m fine.’ But inside, screams helplessly of pain.

Lost, desperate for hope, They Search: calling for help Screaming for remedy to their pain. Slowly sinking into darkness.