Jaron Narcissism
Pour the liquid blackness from your hollow heart into my open hands
Despair is my dearest lover
Flirting with dissolution, my favorite game
Reach your hungry hands through the bars that enclose my bare body
And consume me from the inside with the flames that barely warm yourself
Drench my outstretched form with the dark seeds of your destruction
A bold mask is for the weak
The shell of ice will devour, surely as an addiction
Feel free to tear apart my defenses, you'll find a land given over to drought
How can I bother to regret what the ashes once were, when they blind my memories?
Allow the bittersweet poison that had been injected from my earliest hour
Consume even my entity
Looking from the outside in, is not such a bad thing
Allow me to fall, and you may even hear a shaking laugh from these dry lips
This body stripped of strength, a mouth that forgot how to smile contains a wasteland
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Pretty good for the most part.
How about yourself?