DISCLAIMERS- I own a very pretty rock.*holds up rock * Everyone "Oooo, aahhh, oohhh" but I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. Bird fly in and steals my rock. Noooooo!

Joy.

Joy is like a knife that you alone can not use,

it's sharp edges are there to touch and tease and abuse.

Far to much time is spent wasting your life away trying to find it

all the while the person closest to you has it behind their back hidding it

Trust is your blindness, love is your your morphine disguising the pain,

but your relentless search for this fleeting feeling will only drive you insane.

Lies, all lies this story of happiness, this story of joy, this fairytale of true bliss.

You find it, let it in, only to feel it's sharp edge graze your soul like a phantom's kiss.

A feeling that is gone too quickly leaving your heart empty and sadder then before.

I stop looking for my joy, for the pain I felt when it left me I didn't wish to endure

I do not need joy. I do not need happiness. All I need is to be content.

I only want to exist and die, the quest for feeling is how a fool's time is spent

I know the hand that holds my knife, so from me it can never truly hide.

The day I wish to let it penatrate my soul will come, but only when I decide.

~Hiei