Happiness is a whore

Happiness is a whore that loves you for a few hours whilst dreaming of the next
She will kiss away your sores, love you like a lover and make you feel like a king
An ethos of hedonistic desire that can never fill that void
Drown head first in a sea of passion
spineless I am for being blind
A dark heart broken by a hammer of filth
Lost now forever and not to be found
Dragged away by her dogs
Lost in a wilderness of thoughts
Awake I am now to my only true friend
Sorrow who will never leave me for another
Betrayed never as she will be there till the end
Bite me into oblivion
Kiss me deeper than darkness itself
Fuck me until I bend to your will
I bow to no other but you
for you were there when I was born
You will be there until I die

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