Stationed in a state of melancholy
I sip down portions of bitter coffee
My withered expression
Reflects off the window next to me
On the other side
Resides faces rather carefree
Unbothered by the rain
Unaffected by my pain
My coffee once bitter
Now tastes diluted
Maybe even salty
Soaked to the bone
I return home
'Neath a roof of moldy cardboard
Cold & hungry
I masticate
my Gura dakimakura
The same pillow
That helped me masturbate
A million lost souls
Trickle down the rabbit hole
My stomach quenched momentarily
My wallet parched for eternity
No access to Hololive
My best friend shortly arrives
Assuming the persona
Of best girl Pekora
Leading me to his humble abode
He allows me a taste
Of rabbit meat peko
A million lost souls
Trickle down the rabbit hole
Our fragile hetero lives
Are modified into homo erotica
Revitalized
I apply for an easy office job
Enough to sustain some superchats
Weeks later on
I reveal to much disdain
Best friend Pekora
Has been draining my self-gained earnings
With no refrain
I abandon the rabbit's den
With zero shelter & seized money
My days again return to poverty
Yagoo please save me
A world once jolly
Now begins to cry
A world without
Calli, Kronii, Ollie, Fubuki, Mikochi, or Matsuri
A world without Hololive
I would mention Holostars
If they cosplayed as Moona or Miss Gawr
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A World Without Hololive
PoesíaHaving invested his savings into superchats for his favorite VTubers, Sato the lone Hololive fanatic with an empty stomach & emptier wallet now tragically dwells among the streets. However, his good friend, cosplaying as Pekora, cheers him up with a...
