Misery Loves Company

She comes at dusk when the heart’s grown cold,

Whispering secrets the brave won’t hold.

Her hands are pale, her eyes are deep,

She sits beside the souls who weep.

No laughter dares to cross her throne,

No joy survives where she’s been known.

Her perfume reeks of tears and sin,

She pulls you close and drags you in.

Misery hums a hollow song,

Of broken hearts that don’t belong.

She beckons softly, “Come with me

We’ll share the dark, eternally.”

Her table’s set with shattered dreams,

Her wine is poured from muffled screams.

The candles burn with ashen flame,

Each flicker whispers someone’s name.

You tell her stories of your pain,

She smiles slow

she knows the same.

For every wound you dare to show,

She plants another seed below.

And soon her garden starts to grow

Blooms of sorrow row by row.

Every flower, a fractured friend,

Bound by grief that will not end.

She loves the lonely, the torn, the weak,

The ones too tired to even speak.

Their silence hums a symphony,

Her favorite tune

her company.

You think she heals, but she deceives,

She feeds on hearts that still believe.

And once you’ve sat and shared your fear,

You’ll never leave

she keeps you near.

Her laughter echoes, low and grim,

A haunting hymn sung soft and dim.

You’ll find your peace in shadow’s breath,

A tender love that tastes like death.

For Misery loves those who cry,

She holds them close, she won’t deny.

And when the world turns cold and gray

She whispers, “Stay… you’ll fade away.”