“I fear a future that I cannot grasp, As I bargain myself through this life. My promises are fantasies which I sell and buy, And the more I lust the more I lie,”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“The things I love, And the things I hate, Are all inside my head, Still not content with what I waste, And whatever pleases me I chase. So when do I stop this haste?”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Shall come to pass the weather of failure, As hopes exposes itself in layers, What winter loses is springs gain, The dawn shall seek the dark again…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Come and infect me, With the happiness you suffer from. Come and bring me, To the point of tears. Come and haunt me, I wait here lonely. Oh come just to break your vows again…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I wonder why she hides her pretty eyes, Behind those Wayfarers, it’s such a waste, Is it sadness or the neon lights?”
“I offered my love wrapped in words, But she knew she could do much better than just words. And now she is in love again, Undressed in the arms of another man…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And to a start and to an end, If ever you exist except inside my head, Know that time ceaselessly walks uninvited, Towards an ending for a new beginning of another end…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“My lines have already been drawn, In her pristine existence. For she can stop my clock, And change my time into space, And I can feel all this, Without an ounce of spirit…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She lives the same old story, Of promises that were never meant to be, She knows she better hurry, Before the sun sets on her youthful hue…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“He uttered a curse that startled her with its foulness, and gripped her head between his hands, forcing her to stare at him. His voice was savage. "For twelve years I have been in constant torment, wanting you in my arms and believing it would never be possible. I want you for a thousand reasons other than your legs, and...no, damn it, I want you for no reason at all, other than the fact that you're you. I want to shove myself deep inside you and stay for hours...days...weeks. I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.”
Source: Again the Magic