A poisoned bloom, a heart turned cold as stone,
Narcissism's intricate web, a story sown
In fertile ground of fragile, yielding trust,
Where empathy decays to bitter dust.
Gaslight's insidious flicker, shadows crawl,
Distorting truth until you lose it all.
Manipulation's silken, venomous lies,
Concealing motives mirrored in dead eyes,
Secrets they hoard like treasures, dark and vast,
While your own history crumbles, fading fast.
Arguments ignite, on whispers, frail and slight,
A twisted theater where wrong is always right.
Double standards, sharp-edged weapons, deftly wielded,
Victories hollow, hard-won, and congealed.
Detachment's glacial breath, a soul grown numb,
A vacant stare that signals, "You've become
Invisible," a ghost within their sight,
Carelessness carved in lines of endless night,
A disregard so profound, it chills the bone,
A love that suffocates, and leaves you all alone.
Narcissism's creeping venom, a subtle art,
Drives once-bright minds to tear themselves apart.
Victims, a silent, wounded legion, slowly bleed,
Gathering fragments of a shattered creed
Of self-worth, lost within the labyrinthine maze
Of their control, through countless, blurring days.
Emotion drained, a hollow, aching void,
A heavy toll of spirit unemployed,
Defeat’s dark, clinging scent, a suffocating shroud,
Consumes the very essence, spoken and unbowed.
A legion's unseen grasp, of demons they have bred,
Whispering doubts, planting seeds of dread.
Walking on eggshells, a perpetual fear,
Where every word, each gesture, isn't clear,
But fraught with peril, judgment lurking near.
Back-to-back rounds of torment, year on weary year,
A living hell constructed in the mind,
Where peace is banished, solace you can't find.
Shame's heavy, clinging cloak, a suffocating weight,
A painful spell that seals your desolate state.
Love's tender promise, endlessly betrayed,
Insanity's dizzying dance, in fading light displayed.
Spinning 'round in circles, a desperate, futile plea,
For change that flickers, but you'll never truly see.
Unstable ground beneath your weary feet,
A broken scene where hope and reason can't compete.
Mind subtly twisted, body's instinctive freeze,
Another crushing blow, with no release, no ease.
The choice remains, a precipice you face,
To break the cycle, find your own saving grace,
Or join the fallen, those whose spirits died,
Beneath the weight of their destructive tide.
Narcissism's bitter toxin, a slow heart's demise,
Reflected in the haunted sorrow in their eyes
(Though mirrored back, a twisted, hollow gleam).
Narcissism's haunting echo, a dark and endless stream,
NARCISSISM, a prison built of lies,
NARCISSISM, the secret that never truly dies.
