Seeds of Satisfaction

I am the architect
Of everything you see
The absolute and only
Draftsman of your dreams

Accept it now and concede
Sow the seed, bring it to me

Mind your own and guard your keep
You keep it safe and clean
Carry on with caution
Culling worthless piles and weeds

Bleeding through and not quite healing
Feeling through but not conceding

After all of it I’m left
With aftertastes of this
It seems to be some sort of bliss
Or want I’m not sure which

It may be neither, maybe both
I’m not so sure these days at all

With all that I know, I don’t have much to show
All that I’ve fought to own has helped me grow so old
I’ve surrounded myself with artifacts of loss
Like a live memorial that’s bled me dry with such a cost

Then you joined me in the fun
Of indulging all our vices
Celebrated all of those
Gluttonous devices

You’re the devil, you’re obscene
We’re the same, you’re just like me