Macabre Smile

You graze on compliments yet sour like rotten grapes when all is not centered on you. The tuning fork between your ears perks up at the mere mention of… “your” name for any accomplishment. Odd that you have become deaf and mute should any accolade become remotely attached to my success… As if our world would implode due to lack of recognition towards only you. I watch you wither and wilt as if your oasis has been sucked dry. How remiss of me not to recognize the macabre smile tightening your eyes as I rise higher to thunderous applause. You are the master of machination. A true emperor of deceit and manipulation and I despise my weakness for… loving any part of you that keeps me held captive with false hope and insatiable lust…