This creeping narcism crawls along my nervous system. A virus that battles through my veins to the very center of my path-- the heart. That metaphoric center of all that i am. What the brain is to the mind is to the body, the heart is to the soul and now its blackened. Charred with the remnants of pasts discardings, cut-throat glances, and broken promises. These mustard gas clouds of poisoned logic lodge their way into myself, contaminating and confusing; clouding judgement and seeping out along my words to contaminate another victim. The narcism grows and grows, edging along through the grapevine, until the world is black and full of the hate-without-a-cure that is capital "M" me.
