She was his means of discovering
Parts of himself he new knew existed,
Like an Aztec artefact ,
Pure and refined,
Undiscovered for Millenia.
She was going to be his cure
For the images he witnessed
Fathoms within himself.
She was going to be his saviour
From the parasite beginning
To consume his very spirit.

Little did he know that
He was infact the Gazelle.
The one on the run, but isn’t,
From this sensual seductress.
Who was in fact, a soul destroyer
Preying on the weary souls
Of men whose intense life force was beginning
To dwindle in the winds
Created by the trials and tribulations of life.

He was enticed by her immense beauty,
Similar to what he considered his own,
Intensified by the glaring Spring Sun.
This ruined him, it made him the man in the mirror
He dreamed never to be. Fighting and screaming from behind the glass.
By this time, she had finished with him.
He was deluded and deprived of the vitality
That he once possessed.
The true source of his vanity and confidence.
Yet now, we are just left with a husk of that man,
Empty of everything but sadness and self-pity.