The Patron Saint of the Totally Fucked

How am I supposed to feel? So distraught my words can't even pour out. I'm shooting blanks at a computer screen. I've never felt as lonely as I am now in love. It's kind of funny how we all want someone to love when misery strikes. This is an open letter to you.

Dear Miss Misery,
you can take this chemical imbalance and shove it down my throat
let my body ache and my hands shake and let yourself take toll
because I'm stuck in a purgatory between your thighs
the sweet taste of surrender that once made you mine
keep me diseased in my head and make me spill these words
because once they got you, they'll never let you go
and so it begins
dear lovers and friends
we're just a staple in time until a better one comes ahead
strip me from my mind and let the dogs loose again
maybe some day they'll feast on the our remains
because all that's left is for carnage or keeps
we're just the anesthesia being pumped into our cheeks
you were a drop of a waterfall pouring
into my eyes, a canvas that's been whited out
what is the missing link?
because every step closer seems to take us
further away from our dreams
rip the soul from my chest
i caught the devil in a new dress
and my dog eyes keep making the world grey
feed my heart to the blues
let astronomy have it's way (with me)
i want to break out from my starry-eyed chains
i've got a way with words so you better watch your back
cause these are meant to break your bones
i'm the anchor in your throat
i'll give you what you want
i'll make you feel alone
baby, rag doll hearts are meant to be torn
there's tint in your sincerity and in your alibi there's a hole
so now i'll give you front row tickets to let you see what you've left to burn