@kingofedge I found ur blog and I had the urge to get really poetic
In my chest, heart black as coal,
Fuelling an equally pitch-dark soul,
Feeds black light into my being,
‘Till I have no chance of clearly seeing.
Then a spark of light, softly aglow
Warmth upon me it doth bestow.
Despite my best efforts, I can’t respite what I became,
You may not be an angel, but you’re my flame.
Good will in your heart you may not see,
But you’ve saved at least someone, you’ve saved at least me.
((For it’s two thirty AM so do not judge,
My ass for several hours has refused to budge
Upon the bed that always becomes my seat,
My drawing does not help me be discreet.
'Tis not often that I try poetry,
So I do hope that this is easy to see,
That I mean what I say and say what I mean,
Your cosplay is the best I’ve ever seen.
I’m not suicidal, I swear to God,
Poetry just makes me write like some poor F-ing sod.
This does feel stupid, I’ll have you know,
Thank god that it can’t be caught on video.
Good riddance to this poem, it won’t be missed,
I’ll post it later and then I’ll be pissed.
Now, if I keep trying, something will go awry,
So it’s best that, for now, I’ll say “LMAO BYEEEE”))