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Gothic constircts
your heart, taking in your
breaths but letting you scream
and cry and feel everything...
You can be deep,
and cut deep. Gothic
controls people alike, cutting
deep into our throat to find
the silent scream that's been trying
to find it's way out.
The blood that runs through
our blue veins soon turns black
as the rest of us.
Gothic is deep.
Is killing.
Is beautiful, and I long
for the gothic to take me
in to show me a world where difference
is a good thing and I don't have to pretend
to like Hollister
or Abrecrombie or the preps
or popularity... Somewhere where I can
just be me. I'm dying for
Gothic to take me in, take
me in deep to show people that I don't
want to be like YOU. I want to be
ME.
Gothic constricts my own heart,
slicing it in bits and
pieces. I can't feel it beating
any longer. My breaths come
slow and shallow. I can feel my eyes
becoming tire-some and heavy,
and I feel my body go ridgid
then numb, then nothing...
And with my dying breath,
I speak....
'Gothic Poison'.
 Deceased Poet · Tue Aug 26, 2008 @ 12:51pm · 0 Comments |
