They call me a manipulator
Do they ever have it wrong.

I am not simply a manipulator, a master of minds and a weaver of sweet words.
No, no, much more than that. Manipulator is simply an understatement. Manipulation is not a personality trait. Manipulation is an art, and I consider my self a Van Gogh...of sorts.

I do not simply manipulate. I infiltrate your mind, body and spirit in oder to categorize you to the core.

Like a phantom, I can possess you.
Twist you.
Bend you.
Shape you to my reality.

Or I can take over your weaknesses. Emotions are a terrible thing to waste. I feed on emotions much with the same vindictive pleasure as a vampire does blood. You may find me supercilious. You may find me immature. You might just boil it all down to stupidity. But behind those brown, emotionless eyes lie a world of mystic understanding, far too wise beyond their own years. With metaphorical fingers, cold and dangerous as icicles, I can wrench out your soul and hold it before you, destroying you with but a passing glance, or a spoken word, or a single sentence.

Those goofy jokes, the smiling face and the laughing eyes. Oh yes, they're quite genuine. But you'd never guess what was going on underneath it all. Constantly scanning, always analyzing. Never unaware of my surroundings.

Going to war with me is like bringing a daisy to battle a cannon. Nothing, not mental, nor physical can stand up to the amazing might that is my understanding of this world. Human emotions and feelings cripple you, and that is where I make my move.

Fear is the only emotion you need. Love is the one that you'll have no matter what.


I swear to you, I am the last person you want as an enemy.
You may think you've tricked me,
But that's probably what I want you to think.

To have me seige on your brain is a torture like no other.

Manipulator?

I take that as an insult...