brilliance, 

a heart of gold, 

and a voice that whispers, 

"i am wholly miserable." 



he is the most miserable of men. 

every word he speaks reeks of failure. 

he has failed where others 

have succeeded threefold. 

this failure suffers 



what is a man 

that is the source of his own misery... 

to face a lifelong nightmare 

of taunting dreams is unbearable. 

what is this man, 

a dark prophet... 

a dark prophecy... 



suffering knows no end, 

nor does his appetite for it 

opt for the darkest corner and brood. 

keep closed your eyes. 

keep turned your back. 

tomorrow is dead. 



tomorrow is dead. 

today is the grave. 

yesterday he secured a tomb. 



time has been cruel. 

why should time be any different than life 

when tomorrow is dead 



his shame. 



he will lie between 

resentment and regret. 

he shed his grace. 

as certian as a snake sheds its skin. 

laid waste to a wealth of talent - 

his curse of being blessed with treasures 

that just were not gold enough. 



his endless misfortune