Just a slave and hooked with addictions.
And chased with a wish to escape,
From those habits fed.
Those habits inside a head...
Independent in thought.
But dependent instead.
Just a slave and hooked,
To all that is that has been known.
To all that has been shown and is...
Makes the escape,
Seem an impossibility to free from needs.
And those beliefs fed to feed one fleeing.
Just a slave and hooked with addictions.
And chased with a wish to escape,
From those habits fed.
Those habits inside a head...
Independent in thought.
But dependent instead on what one's mind,
Has been taught to seek.
And branded to lust for those temptations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An addiction, affliction, in mind and soul. Out of control. Mentally struck. Hypnotic. Hey maybe it's exotic. Lets touch it. Oooew so shiny smooth. Its a recluse He has come from far Just to stay under the radar Look at his battle scars The pain has got to be horrible. Demonically he whispers, 'I have you now'. And your spell bound. Let me go. You scream. But no one really has you. Nobody ever does.