Wretched

Misery loves company
The tragedy of lire
Sad sick and lonely
Hurting deep inside
Only finding pleasure
Seeing others bleed
A social sickness
Deep in humanity
Time to let go
The spider made the web
And patiently awaits
The voluntary victims
Who trap themselves
Are bound for suffering
Agony and pain
Slow and treacherous
Decay of the brain
Time to let go