narcissus

you are the reason
that anger comes to life

you give wings to disillusionment
you rip out roots of hope
and you think you hurt no one

you are the anti-dote
to a dream
the bride of deceit,
standing on the edge of the reflection that you see
falling in
to infatuation
with
yourself

and the videogames
keep his bright eyes
busy
so he won't see the
needles in his spine

but Hurry!
quick
you are losing time
before his heart explodes
in the pain of knowing
what you've done