Behind the Scenes

I hover over them,

Holding their reigns tight,

Pulling the strings just right

I twist their words,

Influence their actions,

While hiding behind

A thick veil of darkness

I hang back,

Watching as the chaos unfolds

With a victorious laugh

I watch as their lives deteriorate,

Crumbling into nothing

The inner filth of their souls

On display for all to see

I force them against one another,

Tracking the brutal violence

With exuberant glee

Here, I sit on my throne of thorns,

Giggling as despair conquers

All the while,

Not a finger can touch me