Misery Loves Company

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Infinity, Feb 4, 2007.

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  1. Infinity

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    Every step brings a rising anger
    Every gust brings a growing hunger
    Every drop brings a dense confusion
    And every breath creates growing frustration
    Walking alone in the middle of the night
    Cross the street as to avoid a fight
    Every person that you can see
    Bares the face of an enemy
    But to walk alone is to wade in dispair
    And you will be no happier there
    And with the dimming of the night
    Fades the chance of finding light
    Misanthropy is on the mind
    But tonights solace you will not find
    Misery aching for company
     
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