narcissist marred a shaver

This poem is about the ego of phlegmatic and cold attitude boys with lots of complexes in their lives

The blackness has swept over your brain

Your consciousness is getting pricked

Icy horror is gonna grab your heart

Your ire is gonna zap you and you gonna be left with vestiges and traces of fear

You gonna paranoid yourself instead of getting petrified

Because the sin of your pot is full

you r an extrimist and what bothers you most is solitary and privity of others

The terror inside you is gonna infect people

Let there be a state peace and happiness

Your dauntless attitude is making me dolorous and solemn to stay away

You have ceased my muttering

The more i think of you the less i think of you