there is the one
who blinded themselves
to not see the pain
they left in their wake

there is the one
who deafened themselves
to not hear the pain
they left in their wake

are we not all mute
self-designated
and happily wandering our way
as we await the coming of sleep?

give me what i want
whenever i want it
inject it as morphene
and leave me to my stupor…

is this not happiness?