The claws of Narcissist

He loves to play,
but every color he sees is gray
he loves to control,
he catches his prey, put it in his hole

With every word, he tells
lies fruited flowers
One smile, he can fool many
twenty, thirty, forty, fifty

If he caught you by his claws
he won't let you get away
whether you like it or not, you must follow all his laws
and do all the things in his way

His heart is covered of bulletproof vest
and his mind is guarded by demons
he likes to paint in white canvas, put shades of crimson
"The Narcissist" I screamed, but he calls himself the best