A narcisists story Hot

Feed me your love and your affection
My soul is a black hole consuming it all
The reason you love me is I am a mirror
For who wouldn't fall in love with themselves

Soon I will steal your all worthy traits
Replacing them with my gastly ways
Like poison I slowly decay your self worth
Until I feel I've played here enough

And when I am done suching your life force
I'll cruelly discard your now empty shell
Feel pity for me for I am so hollow
A breathing human machine