gothic poetry thread

[Erik]

O, precious one, how still thou layeth
In the graveyard of beauty, whereupon thy sorrowful countenance
Shall descend like an angel, wings clipp'd, as from the blood-filled grave i emergeth;
Drowning my very soul in thine eyes, feeling with the very depths of my heart
Thy divine presence...

Tearful was I,
As a vampire forsaken in the very castle he built
Within a doleful miasma, wreathed in pure sorrow,
Sigheth I, from the depths of hopelessness:
"O Life! How wretched it is,
That from the very day I first saw thy gleeful light,
Had I turn'd it away from the very skies I sought!"

And turn'd away did I; upon this, the last day.

 

[lizard]

righteous hatred
what have you done to me?
a miasma of blackness as perceptions writhe.
once we drank of innocence,
virginal and childlike,
but your love died.
a vengeful fever of hatred -
drops of blood follow rain, follow darkness,
love burnt to ashes.
in a torrent of bitterness,
i hate you, please pass me my mascara.

 

[lizard]

Scudding clouds of grey
obscure my view of hope
my scars, both physical and mental
torment me to dark thoughts
drink will flow and blood will spill
as I seek retribution for your scorn
hark, what is that I hear,
the doorbell, the pizza man is here!

 

[Mormagil]

I froze your tears and made a dagger
And stabbed it in my cock forever
It stays there like Excalibur
Are you my Arthur?
Say you are

Take this cool dark steeled blade
Steal it, sheath it
In your lake
I drown with you to be together
Must you breathe?
Cos I need Heaven

'

 

[lizard]

btw its about getting up in the middle of night and trying to make yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but accidentally cutting yourself

awesome

Erik's Kitchen
so dark the royal purple of the grape jelly
oh peanut butter, so sludgelike as I trudge
through the kitchen of life
scarlet droplets of my life's blood
seasoning the blandness of the weissbrot
Burn a church, burn a church
they have stolen a nation's inheritance!

 

[Mormagil]

Thrice Defeated

pale hands tipped with daggers
their cracked nicotine-stained blades claw
at my wrists, to no avail.
escape eludes me once more
i flood father's basement with bitter tears

an owl cries in the distance
an omen of impending death
but not my own.
maybe i should try pills again

take no more than 6 in a 24-hour period
i laugh and down the entire bottle
even the cotton.

a stomach pump whirrs in the distance
why did they bother?

my dad will kill me when he gets the medical bill.

 

[lizard]

five minutes of work left
the second hand is a minion of satan
repressing me through slowness
hurry, foul workday,
end your death of a thousand cuts!
smoked sausage and beer await me
and my refrigerator calls my name
but first it is a foul journey
through the opulence of Bexley Ohio
dare I make my way through a parking lot
replete with stockbrokers and trophy wives?
oh life doth taunt me so
as I park my 92 lincoln towncar
amidst the volvos and bmws of life
Mercedes, I do curse your womb.

 

[cthulufhtagn]

woe! for the hour of desperation draws ever closer
words cannot contain the churning seas
burning fiercely within me
the time is nigh to flee, to leave this place of comfort
to endure the downpouring of misery that awaits me
for thou art the twilight of my joy
and the dawn of my insufferable solitude
mine enemy,
thou dreadful adversary,
thou art my only love
my super grande burrito

edit: it's about poop

 

[Henrik Main]

Bitter taste of salt, oh wretched day
mine fallus erupted without warning; sending a lake
of white fluid directly towards mine wideopen mouth
blood pumping, mine blackened heart skipping a beat
as the realisation of what was about to happen
hit me like a quarterstaff directly to the face
agony defined, degradation be thy name
as fluid hit face, bitter tears were cried

 

[Hell Mike]

hay henke stop drinking semen

 

[Mormagil]

didn't you read the poem? it was an accident!!

 

[Hell Mike]

hey mormagil stop enjoying the thought

 

[Mormagil]

 

[Henrik Main]

hay henke stop drinking semen

Alright, Capt'n!

 

[Krilons Resa]

gothic whu!?