Addiction to madness
Addiction to sadness
Addiction to the pain that hurts us the most
Fighting to be better than the rest, addiction is the parasite, and us, its mere host.
It invades us and eats a hole through our chests
It creates a clearing, an open wound, a perfect slot where the dagger fits the heart best
The perfect plan, don’t you see, to keep the heart pumping, the pain supplies the vein
The parasite wins and the body goes insane
We look for ways to numb the ache
And we inadvertently feed the parasite, fueling the addiction
But this is the pattern that we must learn to break
In reality, we cannot hide in fiction
It can be a curse, one with a difficult cure
One that requires love and acceptance, not critical dejection
The parasites are plenty, so we must stand together
We must help those infected and offer them the cure
And create a world, where in parasites of plenty,
The hosts grow fewer
It becomes easy to accept the negativity thrown at us, that is a curse, but we must stand together and eliminate ridicule and mockery of subjects we do not yet understand. Learning and accepting, that is the cure. We must fight for knowledge and love, not spread the prosperity of hate. By starving the parasite, we can eliminate it. Feed it poisonous fuel; and remember that one specie’s poison is another’s source of sustenance.
How will you be part of the cure?
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