I am Misery
Tragedy is my wife who lays waiting in my bed. Dressed from head to pointed tail in the purest black, a satin nightgown that barely covers her small perky breasts. Reaching to just above her knee’s her gown whispers softly, calling to me to come and lie down.

Sorrow is the lover who will wait for me through out all of lives morbid sense of righteousness. She will wait until I have no where else to go. She share’s me with her twin sister Tragedy. What Sorrow won’t do for me, Tragedy will.

Sadness is Sorrow and mines hate child, she has her mother’s beauty and my temperament. What a perfect little bitch she is, why just the other day I gave her a stuffed bear to play with and she ripped its pathetic fucking head off and burned the headless corpse in the fireplace.

Malice is Tragedy and mines child. With my sadistic sense of self and his mother’s tiny size, he is the perfect companion to my other child Sadness. He is such a god damn prick; everyone says he takes after his father.

Suffering is the mistress who sits up all night and day with me just to enjoy the pleasure of my company. She loves the sound of my voice and gets chills from the whisper of my soul. With such loving company in my life I feel truly cursed to have such a good life.

Hopelessness is my maid, she makes sure that I eat properly and struggle on in this morbid joy filled world. She tucks me into bed and night and watches over me while I have Sorrow filled dreams. She tends to my wounds and wraps them with malice.

Hatred is my brother who strives to make me stronger. With the clasp of his hand on my shoulder all sense of self disappears and all that remains is the strength of his love for me and the belief that Joy will not touch my heart.

Despair is the devil that sits on my shoulder, tantalizing me with her harmonic voice that taints my mind and feels me with dread. She sings such sweet anguish filled lullaby’s to me to help me sleep.

Loathing is my father who taught me that all of those who follow the light are sinners and the darkness is the only path for our family. We had a dark and gloomy relationship which I remember fondly to this day.

Greed is my mother; she gave me the knowledge that if you want it you take it.
With her guidance everything I have ever wanted has been forcefully gained and destroyed if I could not have it.

Then I realize that in the end all paths lead to my loving family who embrace me so softly and keep me safe and  when the light fails and the darkness takes over, everything comes to a rest and it all ends with my hand upon Tragedy’s chest  and her kiss upon my lips.

I am Misery and I fucking Love Company, so won’t you come out and play with me and my tragic family?