"Misery is Easy. Happiness, You Got to Work at"

As I sit by myself in the hour when most shut their eyes, I feel a stillness that numbs my senses. Gravity makes heavy out of me and I feel a break at my fragile neck. All is dark except for the electronics that flash their neons to prove they live. The soothing buzz of unknown familiarities cheer on my own destruction as my eyelids give in. Easy like misery. Let's call it a day on happiness.