Monday, August 29, 2011

Poem: Death Eternal

The loneliness is deep in my soul
only the knife offers solace
singing in the dark church
they will miss me so when i am gone
i cry even as i write
the clock is made of blood
my soul is dead and nothing is left
blood is my life
endless hopelessness

(from the Goth Poem Generator)

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