In the dark in the cold
She smelled the fungus, she smelled the mold
She tasted the despair and the fear
She looked at his ear
It was bleeding deep red
She cried, for she knew he was dead
Hit by car he was in the form of a mouse
She slowly walks back to her dreary sad house
The house of death the house of tears
Once she walks in it restarts all her fears
Beast Boy her love
Is now far above
His grave is in the ground
He's lost and will never be found
Her heart feels hollow and hard
It feels burnt and charred
He always called her called her Rae
He did it almost everyday
She didn't like that nickname
She never liked to play his game
She missed him so
Why must he go?
Rae's hero is dead
He died in a pool of red.
Why do I keep writing sad things like this? Sorry that the poetry was so bad, I'm new to the world of poetry. Please review, but no flames please. I REALLY LIKE REVIEWS!
(I don't own Teen Titans.)
