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Lady Misery
Another day to contemplate,
yet another curs-ed dawn.
One more day to depreciate,
all the goodness that has gone.
Once more do the echoes chant,
and again darkness calls.
I try to resist, but of course I cant,
and again this man falls.
So much I must recompense,
unknowing of what I've done.
Due to my mental impotence,
I am doomed to sleep as one.
Solitude has been my friend,
helping to siphon the madness...
But it had betrayed me in the end,
I plunge further into sadness.
So I sit in silence once more,
whispering secrets to the dark.
Obscurity seeping from the core,
diminishes any hopeful spark.
I can feel the frigid fingertips,
creeping around my throat...
The wicked hands seal their grips...
..and that was all that she wrote..
I cannot even hope to scream,
I cannot even cry!
Strangled before my only dream,
but released before I die.
.....!
What more do I need to do!?
What more do you want!!?
Is it entertaining for you...
to have this fool to haunt!!?
You choke me till I beg no longer,
you tear from me any bliss.
Your grip only seems to grow stronger...
*forcefully misery takes her kiss*
Casting me into the pit,
after she has had her fill.
Reluctantly I must admit
that she sapped my remaining will.
So the cold and bitter mistress,
takes her toll and leaves.
Leaving an aftertaste of bitterness
upon the corpse who grieves.
Watching myself give in to her touch,
is saddening to say the least.
Unfortunately I cannot do much,
when she totes her whip and leash.
I have been touched by the lips of despair,
and remain Misery's eternal slave.
This soul and it's shell are beyond repair,
and neither can you hope to save...
yet another curs-ed dawn.
One more day to depreciate,
all the goodness that has gone.
Once more do the echoes chant,
and again darkness calls.
I try to resist, but of course I cant,
and again this man falls.
So much I must recompense,
unknowing of what I've done.
Due to my mental impotence,
I am doomed to sleep as one.
Solitude has been my friend,
helping to siphon the madness...
But it had betrayed me in the end,
I plunge further into sadness.
So I sit in silence once more,
whispering secrets to the dark.
Obscurity seeping from the core,
diminishes any hopeful spark.
I can feel the frigid fingertips,
creeping around my throat...
The wicked hands seal their grips...
..and that was all that she wrote..
I cannot even hope to scream,
I cannot even cry!
Strangled before my only dream,
but released before I die.
.....!
What more do I need to do!?
What more do you want!!?
Is it entertaining for you...
to have this fool to haunt!!?
You choke me till I beg no longer,
you tear from me any bliss.
Your grip only seems to grow stronger...
*forcefully misery takes her kiss*
Casting me into the pit,
after she has had her fill.
Reluctantly I must admit
that she sapped my remaining will.
So the cold and bitter mistress,
takes her toll and leaves.
Leaving an aftertaste of bitterness
upon the corpse who grieves.
Watching myself give in to her touch,
is saddening to say the least.
Unfortunately I cannot do much,
when she totes her whip and leash.
I have been touched by the lips of despair,
and remain Misery's eternal slave.
This soul and it's shell are beyond repair,
and neither can you hope to save...
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