Percy's Lament

The room is empty and dark.

All are gone save for me,

The only source of light,

Is the silver glint of the blade.

I stare at the small knife

An odd gift from Bill

I'm mesmerized by the blue glow

As I lower the blade to my skin

For a second there is no pain

The blade is cold and sharp

I wait for only a moment

The icy burn flows through me

My hand is oddly steady as

The blade is dragged across my arm

My eyes slowly drift closed

As I am lost in the pain

My eyes crack open once more

As I watch the blade leave my arm

A bright trail of glistening red

Runs in rivulets down my arm

The crimson fluid flows free

Separating the pale milky white

It's hard to believe a vivid color

Can come from such a dull me

Giving into impulse I lick the blade clean

My tongue laps at my scarlet arm

My world is one of pain

And the coppery tang of blood

I always used to say that

I shouldn't have been sorted

Into this house; Gryffindor

It's bravery and honor

Now I think differently

I am the bravest one here

I have looked into the darkest part of me

And embraced the horror there



Um…I have one thing to say first off…I DON"T CUT!!!!!! A poem by a real cutter would be much different. This is my own romanticized version of cutting and vampirism. Don't hurt me. Don't lock me up. I'm really quite sane. (DON"T LAUGH!!)

This poem is set in Percy's fifth and sixth year. He stops because of Penny. U want to know why? Wait for my Percy/Oliver story. I tell all in there.

Uh…oh yeah…I DON"T OWN Percy (wish I did…I like redheads) don't sue. All I own in a 10 dollar calculator, a 16 year old teddy bear and a snoopy tee shirt.

More Percy Poetry may come later

I was, am, and always will be, Immortaljedi