Misery

looking at the,

same cards again. 

I want to,

fix the game,

so that we,

always come in top. 

Now we need a,

medic here,

I think she,

lost her way. 

Now I need to,

pay the man, 

who needs to,

lead the way. 

I need misery,

to keep the fighters free,

I need a light in me,

so there won’t be a end of me. 

As we move on,

will the cards,

go our way?

I hear a,

loaded gun,

ricocheting,

down the hall. 

Tell me does the,

medicine alleviate,

your sick mind?

I need to,

play the cards,

so the game will,

go my way. 

I can’t make up my mind,

will I stay or go?

The misery keeps us alive. 

Here we are,

we follow,

the game of cards,

that are,

dealt to us,

till we win or bust. 

All we have is misery,

to keep the good left in me. 

All we love is misery,

till the hearse can leave.