DarKAnjiL's Infinite Sadness | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
"God told the priest, Don't count on any second coming, God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming, He has the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us, I wonder what he thought it would get us." --Concrete Blonde, Tomorrow Wendy | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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This page is dedicated to dark poetry lovers, gothic music lovers, and anything else that deals with the dark, gothic lifestyle. Please bookmark this page and return religiously, for I change the poetry weekly. Also, please sign my guestbook when I actually download it onto my page. Until then, email me with any comments that you might have. Thank you, and blessed be. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
Poems for the week of:November 1, 1998-November 8, 1998 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Broken Heart Funhouse Lost in a funhouse of broken thoughts about Death. I breathe in, I breathe out, I take my last breath. Born into the night, I die fully in sin. You yourself knew that I would never win. Lost and forgotten in the eternal misery of my tortured soul, Where love once dwelled, there is only a blackened hole. I wish I wasn't here or even there, this intnese pain is so much more than I can bear. And the harder that I try, the deeper I seem to sink, I feel as though I am slipping over the brink. Of despair.... It's jsut not fair. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
Knight Cries | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
A thundering whisper from a solitary place, | Lightening crashes from a distant space. Raging storms in all of their mystical glory, Hail breaks loose, their usual story. Lies and pain were his fantasy-land playground. Closing the door, I can almost hear the sounds. Of effortless cries and sobs of infernal sorrow, Hoping that somehow, I might see the light of tomorrow. Dawn turns to dusk, nightfall then falls. Bruised and battered, he pinned me against the wall. My precious, sweet blood he tasted upon his lips, My entire existance draining down his fingertips. "Victim of the Knight", the heartless now say, For no one understood just what happened to me, to this very day. I lost my life, my body, my soul that one wretched night, But I suppose that I gave it all up, I jsut couldn't fight.
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