Desire is what keeps me alive
In motion
takes me from one diversion to the next
survival
to escape the absorbing, yawning chasm
holding my pain
anxiety
but satisfaction is just temporary
and in its decrease
emptiness intensifies
insatiable
grasps to swallow me
obsession to run away
Desire is the force
that drives me away from the abyss
intoxicates me, pierces its hooks deeply into my flesh
makes my objects of pleasure an attachment
makes me a slave to them
addicted