The depth of your  cruelty knows no bounds.  Your poisonous breath reeks of self-loathing.

You are toxic!

You  would burn our children to spite me?

You infect them with your bitter hatred and call me the monster?

You would allow your own daughter to sacrifice her innocence just to get you to notice her?

How deep must she cut before you feel?

I can no longer carry your burdens.  My hate will die with you!

I weep.

Maybe, the lesson we can all learn from the inner sadness of a Narcissist is to see through our own fabrications, our own illusions so that we can be set free to be real once more.
― Shannon L. Alder