Narcissistic Consumption

The sun falls into the ground once more As has happened the day before How content I may appear But please, look between the looking glass Please, you must look past Past my facade, Im trapped inside my mind The circumference of my skull is my cage Im running out of precious time I see no chance of escape A mind of madness, they call it And so I would agree My failures regularly consume me I cannot keep from wondering when it will end My mirage of mirrors, ceasing quickly as it began How tender youth aid and abed my delusion But with age comes confusion But with age comes heartbreak But with age comes responsibility But with age comes headache Yes, they say misery loves company And it does, for I do And one day I may speak those words to another Our tender love anew So we may dance together And my thoughts may consume him too