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?