Notes: This is completely mine. It doesn't borrow any names that belong to anyone else, and while it works with certain GW characters in mind, it's also a new thing unto itself.





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Of Black Satin Your Need,
of Necessity My Armor
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It's not you, my
love my destroyer my
enemy; it's not this room
either that makes me go
go down, down to bedrock
I don't go to ground for
you or your peace or your
fancy words of "right" and
"wrong" and the proper way
to kill a harmless cockroach

I proudly make my own hell and
if there is one thing you cannot
claim it is my misery I know
it disappoints you well
maybe someday you'll find
someone you can convince he's
a compatriot or a whore; not me,
you made the bed but this is my
war you can give me your roses
while you annihilate my poor
all you like but it will never
be you, it's not you 'cause
I'd rather drown in the hollows
within myself than remember you
with love while I watch you die.

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For those of you who like to have a little explanation after the fact when you read poetry, you can find some for "Of Black. . ." here.

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