DEEP AND WIDE

where are the clusters on your table?
when you were still able,
Having being disarmed by the economy,
and everthing good and bright turned gloomy,
your mind bent to the wishes of your greedy desires of your heart,
your stomach your master!
your mind bent to do nothing but to obey its master's command,
when a demand for more is requested.

solitude wraps you like wild fire,
burning you with so much desire that you cant contain,
disatisfaction bringing more sorrow,
making you solemnly solo,
soon your mind lost in the oblivion of disarray,
and soon to come your end of days
With every line like a code deep in meaning; i am @nesis.