The need to feel wanted resides in all
The need can make you a slave
The slave within us destroys the mind
But this slave of desire keeps us going

What destroys us keeps us alive?
Or is the destruction necessary for us to live?
This slave seems to be an angel of death
For he brings joy through pain

Can the mind really be controlled?
Is the slave the master of your emotions?
Man's control is only over the thoughts
As the slave tames the emotion behind them

The slave never stops working
For this need can never be attained
He makes sure we're always in a void
Is this void what we call life?
- Nihal