An illness.

[Misery]

This poem is just a quick made up on a spot, not much.. Spent 10 minutes on thinking on what rhymes with the above sentence and accomplished it.

There's no alternative,
the one you pelt up,
praying to yourself on a trouble-based block,
you know the consequences of your own reluctant luck,
solving your flaws when that door is shut,
after thinking of life giving yourself another chance,
there's always the wicked that knows your stance,
the hardcore illness in what you knew in advance,
the troubled-burdened of whom you forgotten,
giving up and realasing of what you held on,
looking for answers on another black day,
revealing myself to God on a bright Sunday,
thinking of what I started,
I prove myself that I'm cold-hearted,
keeping to my self like a revelation,
nothing inspires me or is a sensation,
no perusasion can silence me,
I'll go on and whisper silently,
for I am proceeded for you to enlighten me,
because what I'm telling is nothing but the truth,
for I am the witness of what I'm going through,
and the illness follows me everywhere that I go,
because a sentence will have no meaning if you use the word "never",
there's no cure it is just a forever.

[Slave]

My fav line in all of this is "I'll go on and whisper silently" the rest of the poem is nice ofc, but this phrase really sticks in my head once I finished reading it.

Good stuff Misery ^^