I Love Misery


i love misery,

its artistic,

its complicated,

it paints pictures

and writes songs,

it pours hot tears

and bruises my soul

it gnaws at my flesh

and picks its teeth with my bones,

it take me into a dark alley

and holds a gun against my head,

it takes your hopes and dreams

and pierces them with a sharp blade,

it burns the old photographs

and mocks my empty hands.

I love misery

and it’ll send me to my grave.


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