I do not claim Teen Titans, nor will I ever own them. Got that? Doubt it.
Okay, anyways, here's my shot at making a poem about Raven. It's supposed to be in her point of view. Don't kill me for trying; it's probably horrid. Actually, I think I'll add in another poem, just to make it better. Both will be in Raven's point of view.
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Decay
A
small spec of hate
Starting to consume
It seems like it's too
late
And these dark feelings loom
Over my head
All the happy
thoughts have fled
And now I'm stuck with the pain
That
leaves me for dead
Stopping in front of the moving train...
And
I say...
Slowly
my body
Starts to decay
Little by little this flesh is
rotting
And everyday I pray
But all these mixed feelings
Are
killing me inside and out
This
anger is eating me alive
And I have already tried
To hide the
scars
But I am afraid
That I might throw up my insides
So
this is the price I've paid
For keeping it locked up for so
long?
And so I cry...
Slowly
my body
Starts to decay
Little by little this flesh is
rotting
And everyday I pray
But all these mixed feelings
Are
killing me inside and out
...Killing me...
...It's killing
me...
...Inside and out...
...My body is decaying now...
...Please
someone mend my wounds...
...Blood is pouring out...
...Of my
open chest...
...My heart was ripped out...
...And is being
squeezed...
I watch as the last drop of blood hits the floor...
It
seems no one heard my pleas
And that's the end; there is no
more...
The Darkness Inside
I've
seen a lot of people hold darkness inside,
So many people have
always died,
It is hard to forget,
So hard to finally let,
Let
everything finally go,
Let the world crumble so slow.
I
should know because I'm just the same,
I feel just the same
pain.
I must finally cry,
Kiss my world good-bye,
I'm dying
inside,
This world I cannot confide.
Is
the past something to die for?
Is it something to shed tears
galore?
No and I don't want to remember,
I don't really want
to remember.
I left behind this darkness inside,
I left my
friends and I have lied.
I
sometimes wonder; should I not of left them so?
I think yes, but
some of me says no,
I miss them so.
I guess they'll never see,
I guess I'll never be
