Lost In Misery

West on wing street creeping near miseries domain whistling on whiskys bliss . Tripping on miseries mess , yet whisky's kick got me tripping on miseries mess for a bet I forget . Whiskys bliss rewrote the script to digress me from my state of being beyond . With whisky lips on oceans booze . Where devils swam near hell's mouth down on west wing street in miseries mess . Where devils play display pain , suffering , in misery there remains compassion in me . These devils play in pains game near hell's mouth that drains virtue in man's soul that folds to lowest that dances with the fallen in folly in hell's ways . But remain in me is good , reign , so I proclaim I remain near hell's domain yet still sustained . Dismay in my misery with immense regret , yet reflected in misery on men's grind in this domain in pain in bitter sting down in sorrows whirling drain in hell's mouth . But in compassion I am enchanted , transcended , enchenced , and enriched rebelled so repealed in hell's way . Now I'm me , now I'm free .