Sweet Ruin

I feel a pang of pleasure at each misfortune that befalls me.

I find solace in despair after every slight and personal defeat.

A dark balance steadies me, as though misery rights the scales.

A sneer settles across my face;

I know I've received my due, and it satisfies me.

I feed off my failures to find relief in the inevitable.

Perverse gratification accompanies my shame- perhaps forever intertwined.

Any once innocent fortune becomes stained with indignity.

Only in my degradation is my pleasure pure.

This entangled manifestation who's taken residence in my reveries,

Now a familiar companion, it entices me-

why not indulge in your own destruction?