In shadows deep, a torn man dwells,

His heart a tempest, his soul compels.

Beneath a mask of charm he hides,

A narcissistic allure, where love subsides.

He walks a path of deceit and lies,

Leaving hearts shattered, souls chastised.

A master manipulator, his ego swells,

Drawing others close, then casting spells.

His hunger for power, insatiable and vast,

Leaving trails of broken trust in his past.

He craves admiration, at any cost,

Leaving hearts and souls forever lost.

But behind the facade, a soul in pain,

Burdened by darkness, consumed by disdain.

He longs for love, yet fears its embrace,

For deep within, he feels a void, a trace.

In desperate moments, he seeks control,

Using others' hearts as a means to console.

But his own heart, aching and torn,

Yearns for a love that cannot be born.

For love requires honesty, a selfless grace,

A commitment to truth, a sacred space.

But this torn man, trapped in his sin,

Cannot escape the cycle he's caught within.

Oh, torn man, so lost in your plight,

Seek redemption, embrace the light.

For only through healing, can love be found,

And mend the wounds, with gentle sound.

May you learn compassion, remorse, and care,

To break free from the chains of despair.

For even the torn can find solace anew,

If they dare to change, to seek what is true.