A
female
age
41-50,
Paridisepassion
writes: Here is my poem on behalf of my ex NarcissitMy Narcisst oh how he may..My Narcisst in my soul which he playMy Narcacist drunk and filthy from my stayMy Narcisst Oh how he mayMy Narcisst lets pray..together we can fix this as if we shifted the sun awayMy Narcisst The devil is in your shadow when you layNever will I fight the earge to stray..I must leave my Narcisst in the filth where he layHis trail of heartbreaks and pain give us all such dismayHis futile way of love and his anger all is in his nameMy Narcisst when will you obeyMy Narcisst whom I cherish till this dayMy Narcisst when will you OBEYOh he may ..oh he may..oh he mayYour mind is a playground for evil and spells alikeYou use voo doo of the brain to intesify your dislikesYou are not a majician nor a Hero in disguiseYou are a God who has sinned in the name of the Father and his Wife..You have failed the heavens faily and failed you human family all in spiteMy Narcissit when will you see the burning lightYou are a alian..a possesd creatue who lerks in my night..You are the devil himself no soul or heart can penetrate you hatred of another person being right..May one day you rest possibly in deathOh my Narcissit You are my lightNow I let go of your fangs upon my neck..Now I let go of the gravel on my chestI must not act in anger for that will fuel the Narcissit at his bestI will leave in a silent hymn..like the waves on the oceans breast..I will leave now at best..I will that Narcissit long before he reaches a new threat..He is not real nor will I forget..I must wipe him clean out my brain and pick my knees up from wher I nealt...My Narcissit your profesion is decapitation..beheading those who felt..My Narcissit oh he may..My Narsisst Oh how he may..You where a challenge just like a race too long to run..you were..a gentilmen just like a man at an altar..You where the Narcissit..The Son ..The Daughter..You where the poisonerMy Narcissit You will meet your day..Oh my Narcissit oh how he may..
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reader, anonymous, writes (6 December 2010): :( Beautiful and so so sad. I can't hear its tune but know it has one.
-T.V.
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