The Hunt
Happiness is my enemy-
I crave it so hard that
I seek it in the wrong places
Like a phene in the night
Roaming the streets
Collecting trash for a hit..
The taste is so euphoric
I ride its high
like a wave...
And when it ends
I come crashing down
into the Earth
And dissolve,
Pulling myself back away
From the sunlight,
Fading
Into the shadows
Where I eagerly await
Another taste.
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