Why must we live in Misery?
Fulfilling a need for pain that ensures we are still alive.
The pushing and pulling never to end our thirst.
We live in our own world of isolation, allowing nothing to get in but the pain of our misery.
Knowing nothing of happiness without remorse.
Knowing nothing but pain with gratitude.
A path that is not unknown, a death that will be alone, so that others can live free.
The inner rage… anger beyond description.
The harsh wit of sarcasm… nothing more than a manipulating radius of vast emptiness.
All while the manikin appearance of a clam wind…. A distraction of normality putting us back on path…
The Sanctity of Misery is our Mask.
