Narcissist



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Narcissist

My poor suffering muse
you drew me into your lair of misery.
Determined to pine for ghosts
I threatened you with relief

I thought I was helping you
banishing shadows, bringing light
you turned on me... cast me aside
brandishing your pain, fearing fortitude

You couldn't gaze at me
distracted by your own reflection
adoring yet hating yourself
I didn't exist except as a distraction

Suffer then! As you wish
in your madness you find your comforts
I didn't know you wanted to keep it
wallow then in twisted pain and desire

I will know the sun, basking in it's warm light
I'll be deeply loved by another capable of doing so.
I'll return that love with a ferver unknown to you.
And you'll add me as another ghost to mourn