i am a blissful slave to the things that make me happy
i love it in the worst ways
the chains of our desire for happiness grip our throats with a thousand fingers
the sadistic pleasure leaves me breathless of my own fatality
the deep desire to live within my false reality
eventually we escape this paradox of being trapped
not in death but in something much worse
and that is when we lose our passion for the people and things we love
It is then we are truely Free