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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