I Know People Who Enjoy Other's Misery

In the barren, colorless, landscapes within my mind,
My sole companion is Misery.
It holds me close in it's terrible embrace.
Assuring me that never will there be any comfort.
Slowly easing me into a starker reality.
Time tripping over itself in a spectacular display.
Waterfalls of despair wash away the pain
Displaced by the numbingly colorless world.
Such a barren landscape.
A wasteland.

© The Snowdog