Misery is a palpable thing
I see it in the colours around me
Stripes of the rainbow
Unhappiness comes in shades of grey, they say
But black is oblivion
A peace of sorts
The light can be blinding
A strain upon the sight
Misery wraps itself around me
Like the many bandages
Upon the bodies of Pharoahs long gone
My heart beats vigorously
But that is just an illusion
Black surrounds me
Into this oblivion I will go.
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