The Narcissist

The vacuous state of inner being
Void of self awareness seeing
Who am I conceived in deceit
A false projection of myself to meet
A look within my fears do writhe
Anxiety stings demanding its lies
A chasm, a hunger, a need to feed
Oh source, Oh target, I feast while you bleed
From your essence I delight and devour
Fractured and broken, you're now in my power
From you I've taken your very soul
From you I've taken for myself to be whole
After you've given all that you are 
Your soul is crumpled and tossed afar
I laugh at and mock you for caring so much
I praise my oblivion and destructive touch
Triumphant ruin of lives that I smite
Behold the narcissist, ultimate parasite
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Gazbowski Avatar
April 4, 2016 at 9:08 AM
Excellent piece of writing Jim.
Meissner Avatar
April 4, 2016 at 12:39 PM
Thank You for reading Lenny.
Promise Avatar
April 4, 2016 at 12:38 AM
Babies under one Freud claims to be these. They can't speak yet are very demanding. Nice write Jim.
Meissner Avatar
April 4, 2016 at 12:39 PM
Thank You for reading.
Smith Avatar
March 29, 2016 at 11:05 AM
Very dark and I get a sense of dominance. The narcissist thrives on egoism and you have shown that well here Jim
Meissner Avatar
April 4, 2016 at 12:41 PM
Thanks for reading my poem Tim. Yours too are a feeling. It's what I look for as I read. How it changes my feeling.
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