In the land of mirrors, where vanity collides,
a smile unfolds, and arrogance decides.
Narcissism basks, its flame bright,
a dance of toxic self-love in the dark night.
Oh, Narcissus, with beauty so sublime,
but your respect and social life is slime.
Every passing gaze, your ego grows,
it will continue for a time that no one knows.
Enchanted by your image, you stand tall and proud,
you say others are mere pawns in your dancing shroud.
Bounded by thoughts of your own acclaim,
you walk a terrible path, with no shame.
~ Dead Jam / JW