Concrete
I have fallen peculiarly close to the edge
Taken into self-indulgent rounds of anguish
The concrete settled slowly in the mind
Trickling lightly down to the center to solidify
Narcissism took control
The virtues fell from all to gain
Its sound still rings from ear to ear
This pattern of comfort sings
I need to connect with
My past success, my own
The secrecy, my love
Prospection, my hope
Narcissism, she takes control
Her reflection permeates of camphor
A soft smell, but of bitter resentment
Of all pasts ripped away
I gently inundated her ways
Submerged in water, her black form faded
Manifesting in my heart is an arrogance, barred away
Her love now mine, her shape in me
Opportunity, her love is withered
Mildewed and fermenting
Perfect to release prosperity
Megalomania presents itself lovely and sweet
Drudgery has blessed itself
I am the product of my own being
My work has caused success
Success I am to own
Push and take, take and pull
Thrive off of others