It’s been some time now, the pain, draws me out. 
Here, basking in confusion, deception and self-doubt. 

Believing in fiction, the truth masked, in shades of gray. 
Reality is, crumbling down on me, in the worse way. 

I write, wanting to put, this all behind. 
Taken in, by a twisted and obsessive, state of mind. 

The character, of a child or not a child, by far. 
The phantom, of a deranged cell-block mate, 
on a collision course, with a rising star. 

Make her ascension, cease to be, 
at any cost, seek and destroy, her personality. 
Bring her low, you know the tricks, 
let the walls, come crumbling down and bury her, 
underneath, the bricks. 

This seemed, to be the ultimate plan, of a 
corrupt person, couldn’t call him a man.   
Whatever he was or how he, came to be, 
this episode, holds crude closure, for me! 

Never get to close, when befriending anyone, 
be careful, look long and then run!!! 

Don’t get caught-up and let your emotions give in, 
don’t find yourself, in a beguiling serpent’s den!!! 

Stop the crumbling down effect, change the detour of plans. 

Flee quickly, and with all haste!! 

So the devil’s son or daughter's fangs, 
won’t have you, to taste!!!