NARCISSISTIC WAY THERAPY
Infuriated, blinded Buddha
I stuff my mouth
Handfuls of soil
Heinous turmoil
Of bones 'n' sharded coffins
I dig until my
Hands get sore
Rest a while
Watch my nails bleed
Than I dig some more
Eons to decide
What should I become
Whether clay or rock or ashes
Crashed in
Nietzsche
Weeping
Vipers swarm in his bowels
"I did all my best
Trying to grow back
My skin my blood my tissues
Can I
Have yours?"
He asked
I ripped his eyes out
They fit
My sockets
Pretty well
Blind no more
I feel
Blessed in
Every cell
So filthy pure
I left
The godkiller
To gaze
With open sores
They fit
My sockets
Pretty well
Blind no more
Before me
I can see
A maze
I'm almost cured
In narcissistic way
I buried my prey
In rotten leaves
In narcissistic way
I laughed and prayed
Naked and disfigured
I hold my savior
With rotten fingers
Inhuman behavior
That twists and lingers
