Sociopath with short blond hair
Entrapping you with out a care
What he lacks in soul he makes up for in mind
And his body is barely short of divine
With a sardonic grin on his face
He’ll drag you down from grace

He believes love is a synonym for malarkey
And is incapable of empathy
Mordant in humor he can ace a test
But in matters of the heart he can be pretty dense

Over time he acquired a new ability
He can fake like he feels sympathy
Now he can act like he has a heart
And play the harp strings of any heart he wants

He’s a narcissist with a morbid streak
Who is not afraid of how he is seen
His own opinion is the one that matters
He thinks that the ugly exist so he’ll be flattered

If you sum up his over all being
He is like a mixture of Apollo and Hades
He knows who he is and what he wants
And he is not afraid to tear you apart
 
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