A/N: I admit that I actually wrote this about myself and my own life, but as I read through it, I was stricken with a thought of Severus and his pain. He is one of my favorite characters and I think, even if this wasn't originally written with him in mind, it does fit him very well.
Disclaimer: I do not own Severus Snape. XD and he really isn't even mentioned in the poem so eh. I just like thinking of it as coming from his perspective.
Lonely hours spent past long days went
Throbbing heart which aches for sentiment
Clock ticks by with restless aging
Blind gaze doth watch over mask and staging
Longing for love but forbidden to touch
Life hardly lived for owner as much
Doors nailed shut by pity and fear
Eyes raise to clock as it ticks by the year
All that comes by at both cost and expense
Fingers ghost white curled up and tense
Horror filled silences in sick contemplation
Worries of sanity due to pain and elation
Refusal of options scarce and few
Fearful of paying mad piper his due
Resentful of those with apathy and scorn
Hiding behind shields mangled and torn
Clawing self up through both mud and gore
Lying down finally, faithless and sore
Giving the ghost, just waiting for aid
Wary of deals with devils and spades
A/N: Wooow... I haven't written a poem in years. XD I'll be shocked if anyone reads or reviews this, but it'd be nice to get some critical analysis going on.
:3 If you write in and tell me how you think this fits Severus, it'll just make my day! Ciao~!