Betrayel
First off, I have a list of NOs
- NO I am not a drug addict
- NO I am not depressed
- NO I am not suicidal
- NO I do not think I’m a vampire (that would be cool if I was though
) - NO red pandas are not better than anacondas
my poetry is depressing because it makes for better poetry than happy things. Like this poem right here:
there was a happy unicorn
who came from the land of poonicorn
he was very pretty
and we all loved him
huzzah
So, now that we have cleared up my status as a completely non drug addicted, insane, depressed, suicidal psycho freak, here’s another depressing poem!
The angel came to rescue me
He lifted me, and flew me away
Promisng me a heaven
And I believed his lies
but I was wrong
my angel took me to hell
The doctor’s soothing hands
soft on my heated skin
his voice was calm, gentle
Everything will be fine, he says
and I believed him
but I was wrong
the doctor let me die
The drugs I took
I was told they’d bring an escape
take me higher than life ever could
It feels wonderul, they said
and I believed them
but I was wrong
I believed in the pleasure, and payed in pain
oh my god, you’re my idol, the unicorn from poonicorm is my favorite poem ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!