A True Disease

The greatest evil is happiness
For it in itself is an illness
More powerful than any drug addiction
For it causes its own contradiction
People kill just for a feeling
We destroy lives for an inkling
Of bliss that comes from a moment
Then we constantly seek atonement
We all search for its properties
Envious of those with opportunities
Seeking our own salvation
Causing others devastation
Excommunicating our own souls
Living life as heartless trolls
The detox is more than some can bare
Forever gone how is this fair
It clouds our choices
Makes us hear voices
Yet we continue to our own demise
For it is all that we realize
We shake the ground of our morals
Unwilling facing our own quarrels
Pledging ourselves into the corrupt
Forever wanting to interrupt
Dismembering our dearest friends
Creating so many loose ends
We throw our dreams away
Only for a single day
Falling into ignorance
From our own incompetence
Because of this happiness disease
No one will ever live with ease.