This is a Shakespearean Sonnet I had to do for English 4. It's dark I'll warn you now.

As the days grow longer my soul grows weak
Nothing can end this suffering I feel
The tears I cry make the future seem bleak
I say maybe we can strike a deal
Endless agony at her soft cold hands
My internal transformation turns dark
I am caught in her endless wake of fans
Her cold soft hands like the jaws of a shark
The jaws ever hungry as they want to feed
Cuts through my soul like the blade of a knife
My constant need of the salvation of mead
Nothing will stop my constant hopeless strife
My tears will eventually stop my long sorrow
I will always be all right tomorrow

Not too bad if I say so myself, it's a good way to get feelings of immense hatred for a certain person out of my head.