In the palms of the misery
That let me in into a compounded source of pain and pleasure
A series of unfiltered observations began to sift through the layers of my being
And such is the key
That opens all doors and no doors
That which waits when your wait is unlisted in the papers
That which sticks a spilling dog-wound onto the memories of patience and understanding
Of those who did not love you back
And such and such
Is the story of misery
And much is much
When no luck presents its greasy palms to your doorstep
When the lackluster of your car is begging for a day off
When all your clothes are tired
And your watch is worn out
They're all done with the mundane
It's you who repeats the ceaseless pattern
That gift-less prison that you spiraled into before birth
Come lend a scent to this happening
Let's all make it together for a bit
Split the cost mid way
Share the burden that sharply cuts through the tiny slice of life I so unforgivingly received