Perverted shackles distort the essence of humanity,
mangling what we are meant to feel as people.
We continue life blindly in false ecstasy,
not knowing what there really is to feel.

I see so many of my own fall into this trap of numbness,
where exists only selfish pleasure and inflated egos.
Where the dominant entity is a degrading creature,
one who only knows how to feel for himself.

To my companions, I pose this;
What about the warm embrace of another?
What about the passionate exhale that leaks from the soul,
or the connection of two beings as one?

What has happened to the gift of love and affection?
Where has the art of feeling disappeared to?
Most judge those who decide to be intimate,
those who choose long walks over lifeless engagements, and those who decide to love instead of ****.