True misery is inflicted upon ones self it can be jealousy, hatred, Lust,
It stings like a blade cutting ones skin it makes you scurm
it makes you bleed with pure malice.

It consumes your soul and makes you dance to hatred's twisted beat in limbo
One who is a friend becomes a enemy lovers become distilled and bitter.

My misery is my past a eclipse of regret and depression on the eve of twilight
my mind of thought from thy poems are and epilogue of my twisted soul.

I Naruto2 the folf has seen hell and came back from it and laughed in it's face
My endurance is only the peak of my ever vilgelence hatred towards...