Misery Needs Company
You say you want to comfort me,
but you don't leave me alone.
The misery of company,
it's like sucking on a dessicated bone.
I told you that the tunnel's light,
And the ocean's colder blue;
Were brighter than the crisp cold night,
And harsher than Poseidon's hue.
Now you're falling fast into the vast escape,
Of my mind's dark, empty slopes.
Lingering in the depths of death,
Dancing with glorified ghosts.