A Gothic Poem Called:

Death Pain Black Night Suicide is Bliss Beelzebub The End is Near


Nefariously flavored french fries My hands tremble on the cold steel trigger The faint scent of death was in her hair The ominous darkness circles around me Children of the night, release your fears I am the devils kin, ill-boding, ill-fated
Aching fingers, bone bare Her inhibitions let loose with every cell Ankle sore and pus dry The fiery furnace darkens my cage The doppelganger watches my every move My veins free flow
Nothingness becomes my mind Forebodings of a calamitous nature Carcass lay upon carcass upon carcass She died in blue and black Red holes tear through in the sky Rip me in two
His gothic mind unfurls Daggers and chains find a new place in life Rupture the structure Now is the last moment Gore and wounds will soon become me Mother didn't raise no fool
goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world. goodbye cruel world.



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