Poem :)
Monetary Discretion
This world is no longer my oyster,
It is my benevolent anchor;
That sinks down into the ocean so deep
It has little hope of seeing sunlight ever again.
In the midst of my fog of malevolent behaviour
I want Agony to cleanse me of my fears;
Ironically becoming my sole, unwanted saviour.
He grants me the chance forgetting who I am,
And denies me my chance of becoming one with your failure.
Through my vivid dreams of soul concatenation,
I lose my ambition, focus and deep concentration,
Instigating my inevitable, destructive desperation.
This silence between us may be hurting you, but it is destroying me.
This world is no longer my oyster,
It is my malevolent anchor;
That sinks down into the ocean so deep
It has high hopes of seeing sunlight someday again.