I sit and wonder what life would be like if I was a narcissist?
Would my flesh feed on manipulation or feel guilty when I walk over ppl
Feel satisfaction when I lure them in with my compliments and trap them in my web of lies
I be joker and they be my fool
Get them attached
Have em confused,
torn to pieces
Make sure they stay depressed.
Rub my hands like bird man keeping their head a mess
Overthinking
I’m lowkey smiling
Their sorrows continue to be a gift I cannot name, A twisted comfort in this cruel game to feed my ego
Thrilled to pick their brains like a picky eater at dinner pick them apart until they become what I like
Walk around collecting hearts like eggs on easter
Just so I can bruise em up and eventually break em
Then watch em put themselves back together again
Laugh at their pain
Hold them like a puppet in my hands
Connected souls and I control the strings
As I sing these sweet nothings in their ears telling em all the things just for fun
As they dance my voice becomes a sounding alarm
Hypnotizing,
on the count of 3
I snap and they run
Grin as they obey everything that I want done
Would I give a **** that I’m ruining the lives of these beautiful ppl?
Or would I laugh at the selfish gain
continue to **** the life until nothin is left but a corpse and their left walking this earth empty with nothing left to give
How would I live?

Like **** I hope.