They presume my heart is made of ice
and no one bothered to look at it twice.
Only the constant yapping that doesn’t suffice,
I am the evil God and they’re my sacrifice.
I don’t look for excuses, not for some time,
I did what I did and the blame is fully mine.
I am the vicious predator.Worse, in its prime.
Whatever I do will be perceived as a crime.
I’ve given up on the goodness, opting to kill,
The broken ribs poking my lungs is a thrill.
Now I am hunting, perfecting my skill,
I’ve learned to love me when nobody will.
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Tell me that you love me true
And I’ll admit, I love me too
But at the reading of my will
I wonder if you’ll love me still
Will you see inside the hearse
The centre of your universe?
What happens next? It seems unclear
If life goes on when I’m not here
The morning after my demise
I wonder, will the sun still rise?
Will love exist when I am gone?
I ponder. How will life go on?
Just how vital will I be
When robbed of my vitality?
I’m wondering how you’ll behave?
Will there be dancing on my grave?
Lying, dying, crying pain
My darling, have I been so vain?
A question from this narcissist
When I’m gone, will I be missed?
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Honestly, I cannot even…I refuse to spoil this marvel…
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