I feel fucked so I wrote a poem. Yeah, I only write poems when I feel bad, otherwise nothing comes out, really. Actually, Silvery 'wrote' this, it's about her current feelings. Which are a lot worse than mine.
Drops of virgin snow upon,
The charcoal grief beneath her eyes
Eternal insomniac, doomed to dream
About horror and fatal, aching wounds
Frozen heart eagarly beating for,
A love that lasts a lifetime
Eternal fortuneteller, doomed to dream
And face the evil of an unholy curse
Night after night the angel comes,
Spreading broken wings above her head
Tears of blood fall far below
The ending of one's final path