Fairy,Misery

The impenetrable silence
the enchanting yet dreadful fairy
Of black and silver tears
The fairy,Misery
Would slowly decay
If ever elate

Misery,
of blood lust
and boisterous evade
Wearing masks of black and silver,
disguised mischief
Every child she had brought unhappiness
The torturing screams and crys
Were engraved through her skull

Misery,
playing them as if taped for her pleasure
Misery of mischief
and nuisance
Listening to the children's suffering
Finds sentual pleasure in their weeping

We are those children of heart break
And torturing screams
We are those children she found all too happy
We are those children she recalls killing our souls
We are those children with our hardships untold

Misery,
yet to endurance disengage
using exacerbate as her one endeavor
Yet to feel a lasting heart ache
Causing dreadful frets in the hearts of new children
As she had once done to us
Children's vehemence shall no longer be delightful

Misery,
being ambiguous to the chaos that she brings
She, being of such disgust
Holds great symmetry
Causing a besiege in the eyes of the vivacious

Misery,
my queen
my interpriter
my pain...