I’m the one that keeps you immobile.
The one that grips on the happiness deep inside your soul.
I feed off your loss, your sadness and leave you broken.
I visit you, rehearse with you every lost word never spoken.
I curl up with you, comfort you with the good times.
Then I show you reality, and laugh as I watch you cry.
If there is one thing I truly love about my job,
It’s when time inches by and you become a slob.
Done for now, but I really got to ask you how
Would your loved one feel if they could see you now?
Who am I?
