| mis�er�y Pronunciation Key (mz-r) n. pl. mis�er�ies 1. The state of suffering and want as a result of physical circumstances or extreme poverty. Mental or emotional unhappiness or distress: �Our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions, and not on our circumstances� 2. A cause or source of suffering. 3. Informal. A physical ache or ailment. |
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| Was it such a dream as this, In the sky; Tears. Fallen deep from the waters of heaven, and to pool in my heart. Alone seems so welcome to me, Why wouldn't it. The ghosts of the night overhead seem to bring the call of the end, in swoops they seem to break the final stance, and to my knees I do fall. Like a child, in tears, and curled as tightly as one can. Alone, such peace...Leaveing only the pain of ones own heart. |
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| Why such a place as this, Fallen so deep into the pian that life never tells of. Such a shock as to see yourself sink into the pain, like the sands of time swollow you whole. Leaveing but the broken shell of a dead man to this world. Why so freely do we fall, and to end it all. In the pains and joy of life we do not see the end, only the fortold light of proficy. T`is it so free, to why without the braces of love, and yet we fall, Evertime. |
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| A sky so desolute; Free of the stars, Lunar light like tears. Falling to me - from the cage. Brances and etched leaves that cast around me. A fleeted memory I see, the silote of a dream. Welcoming me, to the gates. Saintly above. |
| Tranquil waters, Frozen tides. All about me like a blanket, Holding the scars from sight. Welcoming the numb calling, that awaken the hunger. The silent want to be known, Screams that seem like echos in the wind. Forgotten like the Moment I seen - You. |
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| I awaken to a world, That had forgotten me. The forsaken Son, Eternal night - The haze of tears. Such a Cruel place, lacking all emotion - taken from me. The ill fabled light streeking my mind, Testing the courgae, to stand alone. Why has HE left me, Knowing not een my name. To be alone is the final test, of immortality. So hated, Totaly Dissmested. |
| Has night came so quickly, with the haste of the raven. It does fall around me, Should it be so welcome, like the embrace of love. T`is solitude so free, of just another illution. Casting my own world, of shadow. Just another cage, yet another place to hold me. Binding my flight. The freedom of the sky...If, One was to have such, would even then, freedom be true, or just another play - a mock of Humanity. Lacking all visions of the outside, free of all will to look - within thine self. More adventure, love, freedom; then they hope to take. Whole within, yet broken outside. An eclipse of self - The allure of darkness. |
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| And, In the the final moments of breath, the only image that is worth seeing; is you. The last breath escapeing so you may breath part of me, so i last forever within your heart, Body, mind, and Soul. |
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