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Narcissus

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships and Friends

About Me

I like to read, write, and raise hell. I am a little twisted, personality and appearance. I wonder what im doing with my life. If I'm living a lie or is it truth. Do I become a monster and let out all the anger inside, or a masochist and let the anger and pain seep onto my flesh?There's a serpent wrapped around my heart and he's smiling up at me He hisses softly as he squeezes tighter slowly strangling me with every beat Though I fight and though I scream I'm helpless as he wrings the tears from my eyes All I can do is watch in silence as he crushes my soul and feasts on its remains Even though I want him to go I can't ask him to leave because I don't even know his nameThere's a serpent wrapped around my heart and he looks like he's ready to strike He's hungrily eyeing everything I have and licking his fangs in desire He sees my friends, he sees my love and he wants them all for himself If I just let him out he'd devour it all and grow fat with misery inside my chest But though I want him to stop I can't ask him to leave because I don't even know his nameThere's a serpent wrapped around my heart and now he's calling out to me. He knows who I am He knows what I want and with forked-tongue whispers he works it all against me He tries to fill me with hate by pumping me full of greed and disgust thus shattering what little will I had before And though I don't want his curse I can't ask him to leave because he doesn't even have a name.. -- Copied from MySpace.com -- Find me on MySpace and be my friend!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Somebody that lightens my day, makes me forget everything else and keep me grounded to this world. Someone that puts as much devotion as i give them. Someone to give this mind a purpose once more.I was strolling through the garden of a house made of crystal when I stumbled upon a bed of gorgeous glass roses. Carefully, I picked the tallest one and held it against the mid-day sun which was beating down on the garden made of colored glass. It was so pure and beautiful with its petals fashioned with great care I loved the way it caught the light and its colors sparkled against the bright blue sky behind it. It was so perfect and graceful that when I realized it would never fade or wilt like the roses I had held before, I almost wept with joy. With the wind at my back and the silken grass at my feet I gripped the rose tight and kissed it gently on its cool petals feeling its perfection against my lips. But when I looked to the ground to find a place to sit I saw three drops of crimson slide down the rose's smooth stem and into the dust below. On my hands were seven bleeding cuts. And on the rose were seven blood-stained thorns. "Even glass roses have thorns," I mumbled to the earth. But unable to stand the pain I set the rose gently on the ground thinking I could come see it another day. But when I returned many years down the road, I found the garden of glass shattered and in the middle the broken shards of my gorgeous glass rose