and the nightmare
you might play.
deprived me of the promise.
you took from me everything
I believed in the sacred
ravished from me everything
what remained was still beautiful.
rob my soul, dear.
YOU AM I cheered.
You genius.
And I'm still one of your trophies.
no no no
no need for archiving.
because all this confusion
not rhymed.
you are far less and weak.
so by the white flag
Surrenders.
needed.
my destiny is in your hands.
and unfortunately that is not necessary for you
can be discarded, trampled
but if you are so powerful here.
Help?
maybe send me to the circus?
The business plan is written.
your handwritten sig