Exquisite

I have often thought the only answer could be

That these recurring expenditures

Were the killers of me

Blaming the society

The man of the hour

If I had a better chance

A better life

A better time

That if someone hadn't existed

This world would be mine

With these selfish notions

Eroding away my head

I often thought

My haven would be amongst the dead

Would this environment ever be able

To handle me?

Is it possible for me to inhabit a world

That can't provide the things I need

In my upward position I sit thinking in my grave

For the coffin is the only realm

Where my dreams aren't in a state

of dismay

Life is an abundant pleasure and a reckless sin

Doing my absolute best to not give in

Giving in to the notion that no one will notice

Or no one will care

That the transparency of my whims

Won't cause people to care

Because too many opinions

Means to many lives

That need protecting

Best be silent and prepare to die.