Narcissus
Do I love you?
Do I love myself?
How can one tell?
It's past spring.
I hear the bells ring.
Whispering that it's now winter.
It was warm and soft,
And when I lost that - I scoffed.
The warmth of that face is what I want to feel.
Tell me, was it even real?
I miss the beautiful blossom of color.
Where has it gone, I wonder.
But I lost my lover.
The lake was frozen.
Why was I chosen?
How could I ever live
Without seeing that Beautiful face?
Nemesis, what are you trying to erase?
Is this my punishment?
This feeling, it's different.
It hurts my chest.
Do you think this is for the best?
Nemesis, I can't live without it.
Please let's just talk about it.
Will I ever see myself in the lake?
Nemesis, what did you take?
Maybe, just maybe
That I shall for ever be
Punished for the hatred
I have for myself.
The thing I mostly hated.
