Being a whiny goth made easy

[duriechstsogut]

with the Goth-o-matic poetry generator!
Here's mine.

"Pulled Apart"

the night falls as if slain by the sun, stricken are we.
the light for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
swept away by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must sicken and die.

your heart desires no more.
how could you not understand?
demons surround us, crying,
sanctuary.

www.deadlounge.com/poetry/created.html

[Dirty Bristow]

LOL!

Here's mine:

Heaven Shunned

Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always driven, always lost,
frozen here,
waiting.

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

Blood on a deathless face.

I raise my head, now caressing
this impassive truth.

[toe]

Dark Betrayal


Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart.
It smites me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the swirling dust.
In agony I call your name
while nothingness surrounds me.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon dead eyes.

This is your love

[Dirty Bristow]

I'm hooked...

The Blackest Gift

It is a night of dark desire, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their pain. The ethereal one
rises.

Curling, icy wisps of death shroud her brooding form,
an eternal wrath.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
darkness streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I pine.

[Dirty Bristow]

[Dirty Bristow]

Doesn't quite come under the whiny goth heading. but deserves to be seen nonetheless. I love that some pissy little twat has tried to rub it out...

[Dirty Bristow]

Some people seem to manage it without using the generator...I'd have had my money on the one known as the Goth but no, Mucous is in there with his latest bach of songs, including this one called "Sun Burns The Skin". fcdoguk.com/sunburnstheskin.html

I knew he was trying to tell us something when he was sticking to the shade that day outside City Invasion at the Students' Union building.

[duriechstsogut]

I didn't realise he'd been ghostwriting for Cradle of Filth.