Through shadows I have walked
And through darkness I ran;
Through life, I was stalked
By a ruthless, cutthroat man.
He knew everything about me;
Those mindless secrets I never told—
He knew where I would be
And which plan I’d unfold
Everywhere I looked, there he stood
With an evil grin upon his face
And even when I did what I could—
He’d always keep up with my pace
I would sob, and, oh, he’d hear
My subtle and lonely little cries
Because he was there—he was always near,
But he never wiped my eyes.
Sometimes, I cried out in pain
As his face gleamed with victory—
Because my screams were in vain
And his name was that of Misery.
Author notes
Yeah. He's kind of following me everywhere.
Written June 12th, 2005
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Thank you muches, Sarah!
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I love this one it like puts a picture in your mind of a feeling which is like almost impossible to do... Misery now has a face! Great job
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This is kind of how I picture my depression to be. Some man in a torn black hood cloak following me around. This was very good, very creative. I love your work hun, it's stunning.
Always and Forever,
~Kendal
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