Poetry
Misery
Who am I to be so somber?
To speak of phantoms, specters, madness,
All because insanity is chic?
Why forsake the sun to say there is no light?
Self-loathing seems all the rage;
Depression, so trendy, I'm bendy;
Society's tool, fool, fearing to be un-cool
School, screaming for a rhyme scheme; peer pressure
Dying at our leisure, living isn't in
Caring is sin; apathy is loverly
Low, low, low like a house cat stalking crows
But I don't strike; we're all de-clawed
Feigning menace with cushy padded paws
Can't change a damned thing sorry, roses, right?
Blossom through manure, flowers spring from dung, remember?
Misery is company to ultimate bliss
Just look at the misery chick in her satin robes
Listen to the giddiness beneath the sarcasm
The silver lining to her spiritual chasm
Her warm abyss of darkened heat
Sample her bitter lips to taste her blackberry bliss
Run your hands through misery's downy hair
You?re entranced by her empty eyes, filling with you
Entangles with the misery chick, somber ecstasies
Diseased and giddy within her
