this poem was inspired by a picture of mine on my MSN. see I am a pretty depressed person when im not at school so my pics reflect that. i guess this one (for lacking of better words) "moved" Ryouko. well Thanks girl for writing it.
He takes by me the hand. He seems to understand. He is always there for me. The tall dark man I call, Misery.
He always knows what to say to make me stay. And I often hear him scream when someone pulls me away. Then he grabs me by the hip, pulls me back into his grip. I�m in the arms of, Misery.
He grabs my hand so gently, Then he pulls me close. Looks into my eyes and says It�s me who he adores. Swept off my feet by, Misery.
He leads me in a struggling dance. And I match his every move. He leads, I sway and follow. I dance often with, Misery.
He lies beside me every night, He always holds me OH so tight. Breathing softly down my neck, he whispers words I won�t forget. With tears on my pillow when I awake, this is a gift left for me, My own little gift from, Misery.
His grips so strong I can�t escape. And holds me tight in every way. I really wish he would let me go from his embrace. The tall dark man named, Misery.