Happy

I'm terrified
We're becoming normal
Seeking happiness
Settling down
Settling in
Settling

Remember being angry all the time? Flying for days on end, fueled by caffeine and rage stopping to smoke, fuck, bleed, evade, feel? When was the last time you felt rage? I don't remember anymore being mad enough to kill. Happiness is poison. It numbs the emotions, leaves you sleepy and dopey. It makes you prey, not predator. I don't want to be happy anymore. I want to hate, to hurt, to destroy. I can't figure out how to hide from normal.