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Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the broken ground.
In numbness I call your name
while Death's shadow surrounds me.
Now alone, my soul falls upon cold eyes.
This is because of you.
By the way.. this BAD poem is from a goth poem generator.
I wondered why none of you had commented on it yet...but you were trying to spare my feelings.
No..I really didn't write this.. slam the shit out of it. ha ha
JUST NOW!!! Cassie and I have made the most beautiful poem. Check it out:
just another dang vampire wannabe
It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their pain. The ethereal one
wakens.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her stalking form,
an impatient life.
Her inky black hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of new awareness,
I smile vaguely.
Don't you want to be us????
Don't lie!!!
here's our latest creation!!!!
A God that is Yours
Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always supplicating, always supplicating,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my exposed outstretched arms.
Realization dawning on a child's face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this oblivious Limbo.
Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the broken ground.
In numbness I call your name
while Death's shadow surrounds me.
Now alone, my soul falls upon cold eyes.
This is because of you.
By the way.. this BAD poem is from a goth poem generator.
I wondered why none of you had commented on it yet...but you were trying to spare my feelings.
No..I really didn't write this.. slam the shit out of it. ha ha
JUST NOW!!! Cassie and I have made the most beautiful poem. Check it out:
just another dang vampire wannabe
It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their pain. The ethereal one
wakens.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her stalking form,
an impatient life.
Her inky black hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of new awareness,
I smile vaguely.
Don't you want to be us????
Don't lie!!!
here's our latest creation!!!!
A God that is Yours
Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always supplicating, always supplicating,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my exposed outstretched arms.
Realization dawning on a child's face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this oblivious Limbo.