Misery is the emotion of destruction
It’s a parasite that nibbles at the soul
The pain is slow, the death is long
It’s a tiring device of torture

It enjoys being hidden
It likes the dark
It feasts in silence

No help is given
There is no help line
There is no 911 that can help
All help brings is another dimension of misery

It enjoys being complex
It enjoys size
It enjoys power
For power stirs its feast and brings more of its friends to the a party
Depression, hatred, anger are all now welcome
To have fun
Well its host is dying
Well its host is suffering
Misery for the first time experiencing
Pure joy