Soul Under Siege

You used your words as your weapons
Your influence was the artillery
Maneuvered yourself and fractured me into sections,
With deliberately deceptive trickery

But an echo of the shadows
Using malevolent movements
I built up my glass castle,
But you had the power to consume it

Left the place in ruins,
With a layer of secrecy buried beneath it
You think yourself a heavenly divine student,
But the description of you better matches that of a heathens