The Kiss of Despair
The Kiss of Despair In hallowed halls of learning's might, A darkness lurks, a soulless blight, A PhD advisor, cold and grey, Preys on students, night and day. Like Dementors, they suck the air, Leaving hope and joy beyond repair, With every word, a poisonous sting, Draining sanity, and heart's wing. Their kiss, a soul-sucking, cruel grasp, Feeds on fear, and helpless gasp, "Your work's worthless," they hiss and spit, "Your future, bleak, your dreams, quit." Memories of passion, lost and cold, Erased by criticism, young and old, The advisor's grasp, a suffocating hold, A slow drain, leaving hearts grown old. Blackmail and manipulation, tools of their trade, Exploiting trust, in a cruel charade, No respite, no quarter given, A constant dread, a soul forgiven. Though bound by nation, culture, and land, This advisor's grasp, knows no command, No empathy, no compassion to share, Only darkness, despair to spare. Like Azkaban's guards, they patr...
