The Goth'O'Matic

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Man, I tried doing it but the poem never loaded. My computer sucks.

Make sure you have your pop-up blocker turned off, Chevy. I almost didn't get mine because my blocker was on. Here is my poem:

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what have you taken away?
a miasma of sickness as affections bleed.
once we savored heaven,
hand in hand and untainted,
but your thirst drifted away.
a horrific fever of bitterness -
drops of blood follow bone, follow hate,
love torn apart.
in a haze of vengeance,
i still love you.

yeah!!

Hehe...that was so fun...

AUGH! I LOST IT! Hang on, lemme do another one...

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what have you ruined?
a shadow of betrayal as perceptions bleed.
once we drank of innocence,
untainted and childlike,
but your love died.
a hateful throng of blood -
memories follow hate, follow blood,
love ground to dust.
in a torrent of hatred,
i hate you.

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what have you ruined?
a cloud of betrayal as perceptions creep.
once we drank of innocence,
wide-eyed and innocent,
but your heart died.
a deadened vision of lies -
tears follow pain, follow hate,
love consumed.
in a rush of righteousness,
i condemn you.

No God in the Shadow (I made that one, screw untitled)

The night falls with a silent sigh, entwined are we.
The god for which you pray
Flares once, then dies,
Devoured by your obsession.
All hope must surely perish.

Your passion throbs no more.
How could you fail to believe?
Shadows surround us, crying,
We have lost our light.

Heaven Shunned


Slender beams of radiance enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always lost, always a slave,
frozen here,
waiting.

Robed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
rending my shamed soul.

Pain on a lover's face.

I raise my head, now kneeling before
this uncaring truth.

Devoid of Love


the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, lost are we.
the light for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
smothered by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must surely perish.

your passion throbs no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we are fallen.


hm..

Its so fun! And awesomely cheesy!

Hooray for the Goth'O'Matic!

Heehee!!

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul.
It wounds me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In abject fear I call your name
while death approaches.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon bleeding eyes.

This is death

dark love


It is a night of darkness, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness. The dark one
stirs.

Mist shrouds her pale form,
a timeless wrath.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
vitae streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of new life,
I weep.

the blackest gift


It is a night of subtlety, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their pain. The thirsting one
stirs.

Mist shrouds her stalking form,
an everlasting dread.

Her raven hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of shared vitality,
I smile vaguely.


consumed


what have you wrought?
a smothering indistinctness of betrayal as perceptions seep.
once we savored innocence,
wide-eyed and untainted,
but your thirst perished.
a horrific vision of agony -
memories follow bitterness, follow night,
love burnt to ashes.
in a torrent of tears,
i reject you.


(This is fun, 'cuz I'm totally hyper and giddy right now.)


Hatred Swells


the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, fearful are we.
the salvation for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
devoured by your obsession.
all hope must fail.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we are fallen.

Devoid of Love

the night falls as if slain by the sun, soulless are we.
the salvation for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
smothered by the abyss.
all hope must fail.

your passion throbs no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
angels surround us, crying,
we have lost our light.

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Slender beams of illumination enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always despairing, always fearful,
frozen here,
waiting.

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened soul.

Realization dawning on my face.

I raise my head, now defying
this uncaring truth.


Another one! =]


Darkness Descends

the night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we.
the understanding for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
devoured by the all-encompassing dark.
all hope must surely perish.

your love is no more.
how could you abandon me?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
we are fallen.