Measure of Misery

Can you see my sorrow? How do you measure misery?

Is it the dreams, once had Now forced into razor-sharp Shades, the shadows of my aspirations? Is it the memories, faithfully observed To the point of outright worship? Is this utter _perversion of God_ The sign of damnation? A measure of misery? When all hope is gone and life is dim Is my bare, bleak existance The sign of madness? A measure of misery?

Do you observe my sadness with an eagle's eye and see what lives beneath My skin? Or do you live under a baleful watch and try to examine, try to find A measure of misery? Search we shall, together.