Roomate Sonnet

Oh you devilish dark demented witch.
Souls snatching and twisted dank being you are.
All is nothing to get your weaver's hitch.
Like Cleopat not seeing whom you mar.
You're slowly killing me amid your false laugh.
Your num'rous toys and lies and disregard.
I loathe you and would die with just a half.
You're happy so long as you have your bard.
But ?'tis only for a year, no longer.
And while it slowly eats upon my mind.
I know at the end I will be stronger.
While you whither away, joy will I find.
A wench's guile creeps full of dark sin.
While true goodness is found only within.