Narcissus
"So we sing a song of dread
and become a man of thread
woven high upon your head
Calm and still remain dead "
Shredded Poser
You are not the cream of the crop
Flower of discontentment
I see your true colors
stained and tattered
Mangled lacerated
shredded
Fading to black
Eat your peace of Pat pie
Vicious and malicious
Maligned with hungriness of discontent
I see your true colors
They're painted on the water
of dissatisfaction
Reflections
In the pool
Narcissus
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