Misery Loves Company

There is a feeling that continues to burn
as fragile ashes scatter in turn.
You took from me what matters most
shattering my heart with malicious boasts.

You dug in my chest and ripped it out
sealing my mind with misery and doubt.
Because of you, I can't feel the same
and will always feel that I'm to blame.

The grip you have on my feeble mind
makes me angry, makes me blind.
You've taken all that was good in me
and cast it into the merciless sea.

Now all of my worth is dead and gone
there is nothing driving me to move on.
This tattered vessel has lost it's purpose
no heart and no mind, thus utterly worthless.

So what do you think of what you've done?
Do you see my destruction as some kind of fun?
What remains of this man, is brittle and broken
useless affections will remain unspoken.

So I will wait here upon my knees
and tremble in the might of the roaring seas.
As dawn approaches, the tides begin rising
and the time has past for compromising.

As the size of the wave continues to increase
a brief thought brought me a sliver of peace.
"Maybe this wave will succeed
in giving me what I truly need!"

I raised my brittle arms to the air
in hopes of release from this horrid nightmare.
"Yes! Yes! Make it all end
numb the pain time cannot mend!

Please deliver me from this life!
Where pain and misfortune still run rife!"
But just as I had previously stated
the sea is merciless, and remained dissuaded.

The waves crashed in every other direction
for I was under misery's sadistic protection.
Peace felt so close, it was almost surreal
but reality struck...like cold, hard steel.

There was nothing left for me to deny
I was enveloped by water, yet still remained dry.
So I must continue on this aimless course
in this withered, battered, loveless corpse.

As I drag this body in a reluctant crawl
I finally begin making sense of it all.
I'm merely a trophy on misery's wall
a puppet who is victim to it's wicked call.

I'm displayed on the stage of endless despair
violated and destroyed beyond all repair.
Just a dangling mass of pulverized hope
yet misery continues to tighten the rope.

Because the master will always find a use...
for the mangled puppet on a tangled noose.