Misery is like a fine dagger,
Slowly cutting and digging,
Into your innocent flesh it goes,
Scooping out all the glee,
All the rainbows of your life.

Your misery is not beautiful,
It is like an ugly frog,
Awaiting for it's graceful princess,
To sweep in elegantly like a pure swan,
To give you back your euphoria with her soft angelic lips.

But of course; although she may not come,
Misery flies away on the wings of time,
Leaving nothing more than the black ashes of a phoenix,
But, misery will eventually come gliding back,
To bring you the same pain it has gave you during it's last visit.