Misery

I am misery
So don't
Don't read me
Don't write me
Don't wash me
Or help me
Dont build me
Or guid me
I am misery
Don't attempt
To displace me.
I will cluster
And I will grow deeper
Into my self
Shooting internally 
Projections of further more
Luxury.
Empty, redundant luxury.
I am misery
I am the misery
Of loss
And failure
And loss of failure
The one that use to sit and whisper to me
Lovely
Lovely
(in paralysis) melody. 
I an finite
And with enough logic
To destruct 
The sensation of infinity.