Of all deviations, none is more repulsive than the Narcissist, the egoist, the completely dependent yet utterly thankless
Even the Psychopath has a reptilian reason behind their actions that can be comforting, a certain glint in the eye, a curious emptiness that makes their actions pure
But there is a dark genius to the Narcissist, the egoist, the completely dependent yet utterly thankless
There is a dark subtlety to the Narcissist, the egoist, the completely dependent yet utterly thankless
Though the badly drawn Narcissist is a grotesque caricature of our infant selves, the refined Narcissist is capable of works of preternatural beauty, fueled by the twin desires of lust and fear
Lust for adoration
Fear of exile
Like a Fire, the well executed Narcissist burns those who come too close, warms those who stay at arm's length, and shimmers as something mysterious, fleeting, and beautiful to those who pass by at a distance
An aligned Narcissist presents the fullness of life we long for, captivates us with its sublime displays, and dims to ashes and embers when we look away, inspired but forgetful of the twinkle in the distance
All that is left is smokey darkness
Through an empty pantomime, the Narcissist shows us the potential of self expression, but dies alone, too disconnected to take pride in its true work, too locked inside itself to bask in another's glow
The Narcissist inspires and dies helplessly alone
Neither those they inspire, nor the Narcissist themself, understands
But the Sun sets Fire to the sleeping Earth, and the fish asks: 'What the fuck is Water?'