The Myth of Narcissus

Cursed by loneliness

Cursed by vanity

A man heartless

Harbours insanity

In the woods i roamed

Hunting as profession 

Echoes I heard

Of a million confessions 

The hearts I broke 

All cried a curse

That once I would love 

And get deeply hurt

On a day so cruel

Stood by the river

My face I saw

In all the glimmer 

The awe that struck me 

Was a feeling unfelt 

So I kept staring 

And so down I knelt 

Time passed me by

My heart had settled 

Took my final breath

Daffodils, blooming petals