Haha, so this poem is for Kopite1892, who convinced me to post this in the first place(it's not about her, if that's what that sounded like :P). You should check out her book "The Twisted Life of Two Bad Boys", 'cause it's awesome, even though she only has the first chapter posted =)
Blackness makes its way,
Cutting in farther day by day,
Never stopping,
Never dropping.
Shallow water 'round this seat,
Dripping blood at my feet,
Seaping in through the cracks,
Burried deep in a heart of wax.
Hiding behind the scars,
Shaking at medal bars,
Curled up inside this hole,
Heaving everything in this broken heart and tattered soul.
Night spreads his wings,
Blood dripping through these rings,
Blackened feathers fall to the ground,
Landing gracefully, without a sound.
