(Verse 1) The snow falls soft, a shroud of white, On a lonely road, lost to the night. A broken ankle, a whispered plea, For help unseen, that's yet to be. Annie Wilkes smiles, a chilling grace, A fractured mind, in this desolate place. (Chorus) Misery's embrace, a twisted game, Of love and hate, a burning flame. He's her captive, her cherished prize, Trapped in her gaze, beneath her lies. The words he writes, a lifeblood stream, Feeding her need, a fever dream. (Verse 2) The typewriter clicks, a rhythmic beat, Against the silence, bitter and sweet. Each page he crafts, a fragile plea, To break the chains, to finally be free. But her devotion, a poisoned kiss, Turns adoration into sheer abyss. (Chorus) Misery's embrace, a twisted game, Of love and hate, a burning flame. He's her captive, her cherished prize, Trapped in her gaze, beneath her lies. The words he writes, a lifeblood stream, Feeding her need, a fever dream. (Bridge) A broken leg, a shattered soul, Controlled by her, beyond control. The darkness grows, a creeping dread, As sanity’s thread begins to shred. He sees the truth, a chilling sight, The angel's face, consumed by blight. (Verse 3) The hammer swings, a fateful blow, A desperate act, the seeds he'll sow. Escape is planned, a fragile hope, To break the chains, to bravely elope. But will he live to tell the tale? Or will he fall, and finally fail? (Chorus) Misery's embrace, a twisted game, Of love and hate, a burning flame. He's her captive, her cherished prize, Trapped in her gaze, beneath her lies. The words he writes, a lifeblood stream, Feeding her need, a fever dream. (Outro) The snow still falls, a silent tear, On secrets buried, year after year. Misery lingers, a chilling trace, In this haunted house, this desolate place. The silence speaks, a haunting sound, Where hope is lost, and death is found.
