A slave to my own desires
I venture into space
Having this would be a luxury
Having that would've been a Bane
But what it is that I truly desire?

A mansion, A car, Enormous wealth or peace is all I need?

Would resting my soul in the meadows be better
Or digging my own grave would be therapeutic
Where do I find the answer to this yearning desire..

The desire to feel something while still being devoid of emotions....
Bound in these chains of desire
I creep into this race

Winning this would be a pleasure
Winning that would save me face

But what is it that I truly admire?

Intellect, Knowledge, Divinity or just a little rest is all i need?

Would dancing in the rain be better?
Or submerging myself under water would be the answer to this rage
Where do I find the answer to this crippling curiousity

Will the fires of hell be a talker or mist of heaven be it's face??

~Scythe
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