Holiday In Siberia

No love can satisfy this selfishness
No companion can comfort me
Attachment I detest
We would love to think we have our shit together
But you need people and I need results
Your hell is solitude
My hell is other people and their intentions
Humans are fleeting and faulting at most
Friends are disposable
Acquaintances are as good as ghosts
You are the means to justify the end
Disassociate- no attachment ever again
Rely on nothing/no one
No one will help you get out alive
Everyone will watch us fall by the wayside
Love will only anchor your feet
Compassion and attachment are left for the weak
Love will only anchor your feet
Compassion and attachment we’ll leave for the weak