I Love What I Do
— Chasa Habib
I love what I do—
Or have I fooled myself,
Wearing delusion like a mask?
They say I’m in love.
But maybe I’m just pretending—
Just bleeding.
I love my obscure soul,
Dwelling in the shadow
Of my own irritation.
And in that dimness,
A blacker dark devours me.
And I am just… me—
Behind a thousand faces,
In moments of chaos,
Inside restless dreams.
I became the hill of “Am.”
I gave everything—
Built it all upon awareness.
It is dark,
And the darkness grows darker still.
I devoured it all.
I became a god.
To the Lunar Moon—
I gave her away.
The harvest of sin
Twists in the curl of a mustache.
Love me—
Or end me.
Who’s counting anymore?
I’m just lying here,
While monsters in costume
Roam free,
Wearing immunity like armor.
