Ah, Poor Bird

by KageDanza

A sad poem inspired by 'That's My Boy,' by Glimare. Robin is dying alone in a room somewhere, tortured and hallucinating under the influence of an unbearable cocktail of chemicals and drugs. All he has left is the company of his broken thoughts, and good old Death, who seems to be breathing down his neck for the last time.

My days are numbered

My knees are weak

My vocals shattered

I cannot speak

'Join me,' he said,

But my fear didn't crumble

He tortured me, drugged me,

My sanity tumbled

Nobody knows

What he did to me

Or anyone else

Who tried to break free

To them I am dead,

A hero long gone

A lost, lonely cause

Who to no one belongs

They don't know I am down here

In this lonely room

Beaten; forgotten

In a blood-stained, white tomb

It's best that they don't know

There's nothing they could have done,

I knew that I wasn't leaving

Right when Slade had begun.

I was inspired by my most favoritist author in the whole wide world, Glimare. Her story, That's My Boy, involved Robin getting drugged and tortured and brainwashed and stuff by Slade, and I wanted to turn it even darker. Yay for Mountain Dew!