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Oh, sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart. Don't despair me. Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts, after dark... Under full moons waxing lyrically: Death's poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to darker sides. A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Haunted by this portent, This obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below, Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance, Marble wings spread to the skies. A vale of dreams that it would seem, The daylights race to leave behind. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, The Tribes of Christ will not forgive - And shall not suffer their kind to live!
keyholder192 added this comment 2008-11-19 07:04:23-06:00
wow, i nvr knew goth ppl arnt ONLY bout stickin earings in there body
sicky added this comment 2008-11-19 03:09:58-06:00
this is for goth people :) hope you like it...
keyholder192 added this comment 2008-11-19 07:04:23-06:00
wow, i nvr knew goth ppl arnt ONLY bout stickin earings in there body
sicky added this comment 2008-11-19 03:09:58-06:00
this is for goth people :) hope you like it...