A quick peom I wrote. Skulduggery related. Cookie for you if you know whose perspective it's from. Guess. I dare you.
String me back together with that burning thing you call love
Pretend I'm not in-capable of loving and pretend I am not filled with hate
Hold me like you would your lover, your soft fingers caressing what's not there
Fine dressing can't hide that I'm hollow inside
Never ending blackness staring into a world it should have left long ago
What's left of a once great man is not even worth your time
Chocolate eyes refusing to see that I'm hollow inside.
Love from Hell,
Ven ._.