Shadow of life

When I look beyond me there is no one else but me to love, and I find it so vain.
I want to shout, I hate you Narcisse.


Grooming myself is a torture, because as my face looks more and more like me, I can't help but thinking why I don't see you beside me in the mirror.


Every bit is so hard to swallow, because fueling this life can only make sorrow deeper, longer and happiness feels like a more and more distant memory.


Anything I do I wonder what for, as I know it will not bring you back, the shining lamp that casted warmth over my future.


I thread the limbs in the dark, so lonely.