At times I think I am Dorian Gray.
Moreover, I know my inner self all too well.
However, I have no portrait to hide away,
And the truth of my life my face will tell.

In the mirror my darksome visage shows.
Like Narcissus I longingly gaze at my reflection.
I seek a Faustian bargain, hoping no one knows,
Perpetual youth for my soul, my great satisfaction.

Like a graying vampire that dyes his hair,
I have lived all of life, and it has become stale.
Even so, I do not want to die but lustfully care,
Hoping to seize vitality by enacting this tale.

I want what I cannot hope to remotely obtain.
Beauty and aesthetics matter more than ever.
A Helen of Troy I should like to gain,
But unlike Paris, I shall not rue the day I find her.

William Jackson

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