I wake up to a world of iniquity and death

To think that this might be the moment I take my last breath...

My life is an unedited, incomplete story of which I'm relunctant to share

To find a compassionate spirit  comsumes all of my heart's care

Give me an anecdote for my undesirable condition called "Discontent"

With its evil, contagious message, urking to be sent

With an undesirable urge to elicit a complaint

I need an effective device to put my mind under constraint

If hell isn't real, define for for me "real"

Your happiness and joy are the traits I aspire to steal

Love, four letters, twists your life like wrist

A body, needing a hug, two lips, needing a kiss, absolute bliss

Do not forget me on your daily conquest for life 

And please return and tell me if my ambitions are so "Right'

If I ever received a chance, to analyze my mind

I'd so quickly realize, My Thoughts Cannot Be Defined

Oreo :)