good old fashion misery.

good ol' icey chill

coupled with isolation.

boiling anger and madness

the enjoyment of agitation.

it's not so far you know

from the tyranny we've grown to love

yes peace is healthy and appreciated

but more often it isn't enough. 

ice surrounding heartache

and steel hardened reserve.

not preferring warm and content

over unavoidable hurt. 

how i've missed the paranoia

the laughing at my pain.

too long have i disliked this

greeted these feelings only with shame.

but at least for now

the filth grease and chill remain

for life truly is boring

when gone through completely sane.