Misery
By Apophthegm
You knock my door, to squirt me abhorIt hardly matters me,Me you won’t win, so wipe off that grin,Misery, you better pack and flee!Your taunts are fake, the illusions you bakeAre nothing but facade boos,Your daunting hiss, to take our bliss-In fact are threadbare cues.In a twisting maze, you make us dazed-It’s hope that sets us free,Your being is a mirage, and life’s true adageSays you’ll never see a lasting glee.Brief is your blow, the sobs you bestow,Delusions you throw don’t stay,To your worse horror, spirit is our mirrorTo reflect from your hideous ray.Those are weak, pathetic freaks Who fall for your phony traps,They wet their bed, at your hounds so dead,They’re nothing but lifeless craps.Go frighten the dead, why in my gate?You, I’d never care,My life’s my love, true spirit’s her hubTry me if you dare. Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Nov 22 2001 03:00 AM PST, Apothegm 0 • 10
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"You knock my door, to squirt me abhorIt hardly matters me,Me you won’t win, so wipe off that grin,Misery, you better pack and flee!Your taunts are fake, the illusions you bakeAre nothing but facade boos,Your daunting hiss, to take our bliss-In fact are threadbare cues.In a twisting maze, you make us dazed-It’s hope that sets us free,Your being is a mirage, and life’s true adageSays you’ll never see a lasting glee.Brief is your blow, the sobs you bestow,Delusions you throw don’t stay,To your worse horror, spirit is our mirrorTo reflect from your hideous ray.Those are weak, pathetic freaks Who fall for your phony traps,They wet their bed, at your hounds so dead,They’re nothing but lifeless craps.Go frighten the dead, why in my gate?You, I’d never care,My life’s my love, true spirit’s her hubTry me if you dare...."