the rant of narcissus

the rant of narcissus.
+++++++++++++

he had a personality
which
always spoke of itself
in the 13th person;

hows that for a numbing
brain twister?

(but
how the eff does he live
with
The lies, and eyes, that
reflect mere
shadows of themselves?)

down here we've all
got our own shit to deal
with,

and so (aside from
"share time")

its every voice and/or
personality for itself.

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damn im drowning
in  life...

someone throw me
a death-line and help
me sink further.

(i need the sleep.)

ive blinked away these
last few centuries in
a matter of seconds.

(so that
one free minute would
be a rival to my hearts
eternity.)

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shit.

hes...

falling in love with himselves
again.

diggin that ol grave
we dig and never crawl
out of.

must be nice to be so
certain that...

any of this is real..
with the precision of
revisions a dead (for
now) poet once noted.

as for me,
livin or dead...

im drowning.

(and angels have
snapped
my death-line.)

JSH

fear my shadow children

fear my 

shadow 

children

+++++++++++++

i dont fight sleep..

sleep fights ME.

because it knows

the shit I'm capable

of.

(when i step into

it's dreams.)

don't fret my 

friend..

or show any

fears..

there is no 

pain before the

end!!

(tis those Lies 

we

live which bring 

us

nightmares.)

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i don't fear 

death..

nor does 

it

fear me.

we are the

SAME

aside 

from 

wretched

breath!!

(which shall

cease eventually.)

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so

say your 

prayers hard

old flame,

and...

pray harder

something up

there

hears them.

for neither

death nor

sleep shall

be to blame!!

(but fear my

Shadow Children.)

jsh

a jester in denial

a jester in denial
+++++++++++++

love,

you fed me thorns,
but the roses in your
eyes

assured they went
down gently.

i'd kill , or die for you
if i thought it'd help
anything.

but
can sweet tears mend
your wretched (cut on)
smile?

i seemed like a
God
to you once upon a
time!

(but have since become
a jester in denial.)

jsh