In darkness all alone
Convinced it’s as should be
You’d never know by tone
The cries inside of me.

“It is what I deserve,”
This lie I speak each time,
“Would any other serve
To pay for so much crime?”

But when the narc’ist speaks
The tone is so distinct
“It is not I who reeks,”
Realized brutal and succinct.

None of greater mind
Upon the spinning globe
Will the seeker find
Wholly pointless is the probe.

So on this ‘eve I dwell
Once more upon the voice
Speaking truth inside,
“You have no other choice.”