The weakness in me is driven by the comfort I find in you. You sometimes help me find myself, but push me away from finding the world. You open my eyes to different beings but keep me away from dwelling in their hearts because you feel they will deceive me. You let me chant to my black spirit emotions that put me into a trance, which makes me find comfort in your darkness. You curse me with false inner peace, and leave me ignorant. You withhold my happiness in your deed-full hands and toss my soul in abyss. You cremated my spirit, but yet I ask for more. You are the reason I feel dissolved in the river of betrayal, hate, depression and confusion, but yet you feel better than purchased emotions and smiles