By Annie. J
The beauty and the body, glorified
Narcissus as he walks among us
The sweetest of dew to sweetest of honey
Drawing you with ease and security,
Magnetising, colossal he chooses and ensnares
The deer and the dove, have no hope, chance, no freedom
As he feeds, gorges and satiates the unsuspecting soul
With false dreams, false words, false thoughts, false love.
The heart in his possession is black, nourished by inky moonless blood
Disdain and contempt encompass him for no other does he think.
An angel would you perceive him, though another ungodly there never was
Deceived yet another
Another fool who wished to believe
Until he has her,
Has you on all fours
Takes the light and swallows it whole, you perish
As he takes your essence and twists it raw
Until you believe his lies are yours.
Empty, you are gone, yet still you hold
You reach and grasp for a love,
A dream that was sold
Nemesis we call, she hears if you endure
Countless drops of tears stream into the endless days
The loneliest of nights,
The stifling reality that is love never requited
She hears and lures, through fleshy forests, to purest water
Narcissus follows her promise.
Gazes at his portrait, reflected in the lake
The smirk he renders suffers
As he realises with clarity,
The only life left is his own to take.