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