My Friend of Misery

Another sip of hope

Tasting whiskey bitter sweet

Wandering down the winding dark street

To find the ways and means to cope

 

I used to dream of such wondrous things

A love that would never die

A world left better than I found it

A place full of glorious things

And a open blue sky

Of sadness that I would forget

 

Now those dreams are gone

For in truth I was wrong to have them

This world is not ready wonders

Only nightmares it would seem

And in my blunders

I see the truth alone

 

That sometimes only the only wondrous thing to do is madness

Allow the sorrow of tomorrow to become personified

When hope fails and misery reigns

Let your wickedness be glorified

Regardless of the pains

It brings to others happiness

 

Be the friend of misery never had

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