Death Of A Beautiful Soul By A Nasty Neurotic Narcissist

In the heart of the city, where chaos never sleeps, There lived a soul so pure, that it made angels weep. Her beauty was unmatched, like a rose in full bloom, But little did she know, she was headed for doom. Enter the narcissist, with a mind so twisted, His ego inflated, his intentions malicious. He preyed on her kindness, her gentle nature, Feeding off her love like a hungry vulture. He whispered sweet nothings, filled her head with lies, Convinced her she was worthless, in his eyes. He tore her down, bit by bit, Until all that was left was a shadow of it. She tried to fight back, to break free from his hold, But his grip was too tight, his heart too cold. He manipulated her mind, twisted her thoughts, Until she believed she was better off dead than alive. And so, on a cold winter's night, she made her final choice, Leaving behind a world that never heard her voice. Her beauty faded, her light extinguished, All because of a narcissist so selfish and malicious. Her death shook the city, left hearts heavy with grief, As they mourned the loss of this beautiful soul, so brief. But in her passing, she left a lesson for us all, To beware the narcissist's charm, before we too fall.