Sacrificial Totem

Nameless, I walked through the door.
No one knows I’m not here anymore.
Catastrophe, blamed on a ghost.
To this treachery is what the cult did toast.
Derided, by a venomous stalk.
Soon to be buried under the collapsing cliff of chalk.
Sacrificed, no one wishes to admit.
Here was the victim they allowed to be took.
Stripped, I became barely a memory.
Used for a purpose to which I did not agree.
Seldom, were those who ever showed they cared.
Too often did others which to make me scared.
Puppet, a term that suits me well.
Often I wondered how far I had fell.
Perished, that is how I am termed forever more.
I’ve been reduced to less than I was before.