i was going through some Misery. it was ugly, dumb, and smelled like the worst cheap perfume. it was covered with paint, and when the paint came off later in the morning, all that remained was an ugly chubby shadow no one appreciated.
Misery, that ugly shadow within. That ugly shadow that follows you around like some loser that has nothing better to do. You begged the Misery to leave but it won't. You never asked for it, but that dang shadow keeps following you.
the darkness, the shadow.....that stench we call Misery.