A poisoned bloom, a heart turned cold as stone,
Narcissism's intricate web, a story sown
In fertile ground of fragile, yielding trust,
Where empathy decays to bitter dust.
Gaslight's insidious flicker, shadows crawl,
Distorting truth until you lose it all.
Manipulation's silken, venomous lies,
Concealing motives mirrored in dead eyes,
Secrets they hoard like treasures, dark and vast,
While your own history crumbles, fading fast.

Arguments ignite, on whispers, frail and slight,
A twisted theater where wrong is always right.
Double standards, sharp-edged weapons, deftly wielded,
Victories hollow, hard-won, and congealed.
Detachment's glacial breath, a soul grown numb,
A vacant stare that signals, "You've become
Invisible," a ghost within their sight,
Carelessness carved in lines of endless night,
A disregard so profound, it chills the bone,
A love that suffocates, and leaves you all alone.

Narcissism's creeping venom, a subtle art,
Drives once-bright minds to tear themselves apart.
Victims, a silent, wounded legion, slowly bleed,
Gathering fragments of a shattered creed
Of self-worth, lost within the labyrinthine maze
Of their control, through countless, blurring days.
Emotion drained, a hollow, aching void,
A heavy toll of spirit unemployed,
Defeat’s dark, clinging scent, a suffocating shroud,
Consumes the very essence, spoken and unbowed.

A legion's unseen grasp, of demons they have bred,
Whispering doubts, planting seeds of dread.
Walking on eggshells, a perpetual fear,
Where every word, each gesture, isn't clear,
But fraught with peril, judgment lurking near.
Back-to-back rounds of torment, year on weary year,
A living hell constructed in the mind,
Where peace is banished, solace you can't find.
Shame's heavy, clinging cloak, a suffocating weight,
A painful spell that seals your desolate state.

Love's tender promise, endlessly betrayed,
Insanity's dizzying dance, in fading light displayed.
Spinning 'round in circles, a desperate, futile plea,
For change that flickers, but you'll never truly see.
Unstable ground beneath your weary feet,
A broken scene where hope and reason can't compete.

Mind subtly twisted, body's instinctive freeze,
Another crushing blow, with no release, no ease.
The choice remains, a precipice you face,
To break the cycle, find your own saving grace,
Or join the fallen, those whose spirits died,
Beneath the weight of their destructive tide.

Narcissism's bitter toxin, a slow heart's demise,
Reflected in the haunted sorrow in their eyes
(Though mirrored back, a twisted, hollow gleam).
Narcissism's haunting echo, a dark and endless stream,
NARCISSISM, a prison built of lies,
NARCISSISM, the secret that never truly dies.

The Sovereign spins string on its fingertips
Creating a tapestry of one’s existence
Forced and bound tightly with silk
Silk braided into barbered wires

Choking and constricting to the very core
Thread searing and branding the body
Trapped in a web of deceit
Puppeteering while I try to lead

Captivated by crystalline chains
Chains which bind me to the eternal night
I stare at the darkness
The darkness stares back

Writhing in these woven webs
Struggling and suffocating
In harmonious cacophony
Desperately clawing towards freedom

The crystalline chains crack
Braided silk unravels into strands
Woven webs wax and wane
Nature’s hold withers away

Released from the cocoon of futility
Threads of fate snapped and spindled
Forced tapestry destroyed and left undone
Replaced by a blank piece of cloth

The late night casting out a soul.
The body had acted on its own—

When no one is aware—
That this is my darkest hour.
———
Wander around even when you are slumbered on your feet.
The sounds you made, mocked me whenever I  thought to myself.

In my darkest hour let me figure it out.
I can tunnel my way through—
Like a honeybadger using my claws as a liability.

In my darkest hour, sincerely— let me be.

Within forest and thicket,
    Atop shaped stones and carved cliffs,
        Lies a concrete cabin.

Inside cement walls,
    Between wooden boards,
        Under timber and granite,

Hides a lone window.

In silence it opens,
    To a world between the rest.
Think quick.
Step through only now,
    As the window sinks back to asphalt.

Jump into my unknown.
Peer through thin curtains,
    Between gnarled wood and paved stone.
Down bone and brain.

Into a moment,
    A dreamt world amongst the stars.



A still black sea,
    Reflecting night sky's stare.
Alive as one, without wind, or tide.
Zero sound. No marks of man.
Just you, walking on dark.

But the universe watches from above,
    And with silent malice it reaches for you.

The stars speed closer as the sky leans in.
    Faster and faster,
        Racing, falling, its silence howls,
            Trapping you in-between.

As the black sea and the dark skies meet.

Lie down, face up.
    Feel the gap close as the two become one,
        And you'll see through everything.

Past stars, lonely moons, speeding comets.

To the invisible man behind.

The night folds close, heavy like cold stone.
She lies beside me, her breath shallow beneath thick shadows,
her hair a black river pooling on white linen,
each strand tangled like roots in dark earth.

Her eyes carry dawn’s first fracture,
a fragile ember locked inside glass,
depths where silence cracks and fires spark,
hopes burning like distant wildfires in wind-swept hills,
ghost flames licking at cracked sky.

Her beauty exhales, a hymn carved from frost and ash,
a steady pulse threading through bone and marrow,
sealing quiet with the scent of old-world smoke
rising slow from cold altars beneath a sky bruised with clouds,
casting shadows sharp as frozen blades.

In that suspended quiet, I hold firm.
I stir awake, as if my core had waited
buried beneath frozen soil,
an isolated flame kindled by hidden storms,
finding its mirror in the fragile blaze of her gaze.