No-body

The tormenter is always there.
in back of the mind he stares.
Sadism and masochism are his play.
He torments him every day.

The artist always keen on beauty,
plays his victim like a deity.
Paints his way in life.
muse is his cold strife.

The altruist, a hopeless fool
a fake heart he holds.
Duty is his only tool,
but the word only scorns.

The dominant, a fierce snake.
Lies in his truthful lies,
in his hell he will rise.
His kingdom come he will make.

The enlightened seen too much.
Looked in the darkness
and the darkness looked as such.
Now insane, he wears his harness.

So many faces, but no soul.
Empty doll with no toll.
The pieces broke him whole.
Now an actor with no role.