The very idea of making someone addicted to a poison is malicious, it's unheard of, and yet it's widely accepted and even defended by a vast number of people.
Is it because we thrive in our own weakness? Do we really enjoy being addicted?
To feel the need, the endless cravings, for then to give in to it and enjoy the overwhelming relief that follows. Has it become a necessity for us to have needs we can satisfy? Our body may decay, our aura may turn toxic, yet we don't mind, because we get to satisfy it, our addiction, by giving in to it.
