Gothic. Poems - Poems about Gothic.

baptised bloodline boiling beneath belladonna brewed basins of blame...

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"Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow. " ~ Shakespeare As fragments of the stars abandoned the sage of night, my kohl heart bleeds beside your trembling tombstone, while soul aches to seize the fading scents within the iris of auroras, leaving dreams and I, lost like the speed of shooting sparks, twirling above ghosts in the cemetery of wild corpse roses, whistling moonless requiems...

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Withering weeping willows shade wrought-iron gates, creaking in the midst of a cool mid-autumn gale. Starless, charcoal skies loom above, as birdsong of nightingales drifts through the evening. Coming upon a worn, dirt-laden path, frost-burnt grass lines the edges, beckoning me to mourning’s sorrow. Marble statues of angels, frozen in prayer, greet me. falling to my knees, I brush the crisp leaves from your...

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This isn't what it seems to be. You've lost your self behind thought of me. Relentless, they won't you sleep. Infectious, it's hidden there in your dreams. A shadow strung across the ground, Its longing for another mouth to feed. I told you we should never be. Now look into my eyes while they bleed. Do you want to break my...

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Dark chest inhale your bite exhale its shadow wings that twisted pierce like barbwire cover your heart black feet on glass I watch my spine still touch me A raven cries give me my nights, give me my nights, ...

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Breathless, words like cordyceps adhere to my throat, Choking me as the unspoken wrap around, seizing vocal cords. Sticking fingers down, I claw to clear closing airways, Yet the more I struggle, the more entwined they become. Disconsolate spores have taken root within heaving lungs, Spreading to each chamber of the heart, systematically. Transported through streams of hemoglobin, Swiftly infecting Broca's area before...

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Weightlessness My soul floats "along with the thunder," Saturated with impending rain, Scattered back throughout the earth, Lost among ancient ruins and countless seas. I awaken, feeling hollowness within my quivering heart. Frantically getting dressed, The front door blows open— Listening to its siren's call. Piece by fragile piece, I must absorb it back into my mortal coil. Hike through deadly nightshade-tangled forests, Sleep amongst somber...

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She had black lipstick stains on her cigarettes. A broken doll with eyes like the abyss. Two barcodes hanging on to both wrists. She said wait right here your really going to love this. She bit my neck, blood draining from her lips. A pair of fish net tights stuffed into both slits. Then she went down, and I went down. She...

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As crystal glacier, suspended in the onyx air, bleeds darkness kissed with saline sadness, clouds tiptoe through trapped phantom winds, dripping sinister creatures rising from the egoistic eyes ~ cracked illusions reflecting the underbelly of fragrant fountains ~ an inverted resemblance of grotesque monsters lurking in seething spaces, heinous jaws of the ill-omened ocean, where mermaid madness is born from the womb of...

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Dried-up, ___a stream___ in the moor, no-man’s land. When a soul dares near— a gunshot blooms / Red / the barren soil will feast on anything. You said amid this desert stands —an oasis— A land of innocence, but where you crown sins. (Greedy, yes, but that’s all humanity ever is.) I begged you to point me to the shrine yet I am left stumbling, ...blind... Before...

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I buried your voice. How? Echoes of my apologies. They hit nothing but the cold stone. So hard the cliff splintered— Killing the cries before they ever...

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A stolen life. A split-second decision. Disorganised thoughts, jumbled— Tangled around an anaesthetised cortex. Clocks mockingly ticking, Ticking down inevitability, As a lone fly buzzes relentlessly around my head. Swatting at it—it returns mere moments later, Pestering, always just out of reach, Festering like a wound reopening, oozing with persistence. As the slant of the harvest moon traverses its way through splinters in the...

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She said I can't trust you. You are to cleaver for me. so why do I stay? it sounds foreign to be close to you my dear. My morning star right there. Can you help? Can you heal? instead, you are poison for me. Now you have my soul, but you can't own me. so please move, step back, don't move. don't f$%ken touch...

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"When yesterdays became devoid of compassion", you became the reflection in my mirror— the darkness that cast its shadows upon my walls, the screams that woke me in the dead of night. Reaching out, silhouettes dissipated into thin air. When the clock approached the witching hour. Nothing but my demons were there to keep me company. Forked tongues whispered insecurities, poison-dipped lies into...

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