“Mirror, mirror on the wall- which is the most
attractive visage on this ethereal body?”
Nurtured by Narcissus in a house of vanity- his shady
demeanor screams Dorian gray.
He is a man-whore whose biggest customer is himself.
He is a fake impersonation living in a modern gilded cage.
A soloist in a life lyric theatre production- his castle is
built on a foundation of lies and fortified with mirrors
to flatter his over inflated ego.
He Sits on a celestial throne with a godly illustration
He gravitates towards vanity’s caress- walks from
mirror to mirror like a ghoul with an illusory sense of
Drowns in his own essence- believing that the world
owes him so much because he was born to shine
brighter than Sirius in the night sky.
His hue is beguiling- like gravity, everything is drawn to him.
He wears a mask to conceal the narcissism that his soul
reflects inwardly out.
His aura is embroidered with disdain- his hillock of trauma
is not comparable to anyone’s Chimborazo of tragedy
and pain. He struggles to remain the focus of discussion.
Like an empty shell, he regurgitates towards deception.
Stomps on fleeting emotions with a hope that someone
can see his devotion.
Projects words into her psyche in a bid to legitimize
her existence. He is some sort of genius with a high IQ
and other opinions don’t matter.
He is the grumbling enigma hiding in the basement of
inhibition with lines of insecurity smudged on his skin.
The weight of delusion falls when the mirror cracks
and he is left to smother his pride and vanity in the
arms of loneliness and frustration.
Fading away like his mentor, Narcissus.
“Narcissus (Greek Mythology), was a hunter from Thespiae in Boeotia who was known for his beauty.
He was the son of the river god Cephissus and nymph Liriope. He was proud, in that he disdained those who loved him especially a nymph called Echo who loved him. Nemesis noticed this behavior and attracted Narcissus to a pool, where he saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love with it, not realizing it was merely an image. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection, Narcissus lost his will to live. He pined away until he died.
Narcissus is the origin of the term narcissism, a fixation with oneself and one’s physical appearance and/or public perception”.
Art by Cluade Martin