Misery

My life is full of misery

I try and try but cannot undo my history

The thought of death is bliss to me

To lie beneath the ground is liberty

Life for them is an amusement park

To me their joy is but a question mark

Out into the world I disembark

Though I do prefer the dark

I often watch and appall 

They live their lives full and tall

I numb my pain with alcohol 

But in the end, death comes for us all