Gothic

    Degenerates in Love


are we so very much alike that we can know
each other’s sins without confessing them?

will you follow me to a place of no light,
where pain is worshipped like a golden cross,
and a bleeding, nameless thing howls at the moon –

when I want to observe stained beauty,
marked with the prints of vanished lovers,
a scarlet mouth for pleading, eyes leaving tears
as tokens of gratitude…

when I want this for no earthly reason
but that I want it at that moment,
will you remove your robe
and stand before me naked –

when I need inspiration, will you hang from the
beam, bound in the cold, remorseless chains,
wretched and trembling, until such sweet torment
is painted into my memory –

will you suffer the whip and the bamboo cane,
wear the bruises like stars branded to your skin –

if I must hurt you to prove my love,
will you let me…

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Thank you John and Lavender for your entries.. i'm goth at heart too :)

well i had a phase... eh... anyway...

Listen

the darkness now arise,
hold me dear, hold me tight
against the raging storm that arrives.
black sky winter nights scream for me,
call to my silence to speak to them freely.
their compassion unwavering,
with sorrowful eyes they stare into the maelstrom.
grim is their call to the grave in despair.
deafness fills my conscious mind.
no one exists but only 'I'.
from kingdoms below the demons climb,
with claws and fangs to maim and kill.
how curious is conscious might,
only to you they seem real, still.
above the twilight the tranquility so still,
blessed the tears of an angel on the moon.
she cried in pain over her torment and gloom.
sad and alone she mourned the breeze.
the melancholy broken if it were ever at ease.
she screams, she screams, "change your means,
your anger, your spite, your hollow dreams.
the despair, I see you now, I feel.
you are sad because you know not how to heal."
her words ring like the sound of spring.
the peace, the beauty, the innocence within
her heart reflects upon the weeping dawn.
as light flows in and purges your skin,
cleansing the blackness deep inside,
you open your eyes and look surprised.
"where have you gone my precious? my angel of the night.
am I not worthy to befall your sight?"
as the cold falls upon your teary face,
a breeze leaves wisps across your cheek.
she talks to you in your head.
but you're too full of yourself to hear her speak.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/24393-listen/

thank you 13 peace Crim :)

Gothic heart here too, Crimsin, I will see what I will come up with...

Thank you Liz I look forward to you entry

idk if this would be considered gothic or not, but i wrote it here, so i might as well post it.
Think I'll call it: The Call of Jargon

Quick-witted prejudices cross all minds, I decree
none are exempt, but
each other's burdens; not worthy of finds, with
solitary anxiety, cut, and
vexed at one, not that you are me,
it's just irony

thank you Jarring for your entry.. peace Crim

can It be old I have just the one

ITS NOT A PHASE MA

im photosensitive you bitch dont fucking open the curtains
i need a special skincare regimen
when its time for a bath
i fill the tub with black dye and throw my clothes in
then i have a quick once over with the blood of young virgins
leave it longer on the tzone
rinse with the tears of leukaemia patients

bruised all my nails till they turned black
fed my hair into the toaster till it burnt black
carved pentagrams on my tits and let satan lick them
me? goth?
no im justt out to a funeral
who died?
i did!

yes Emo1 it can be an old one..

Anna thank you for your entry

Slash my wrists!
You know i want to.
You have me and you shun me.
Because of what i am.

Oh woe is me!
I dont wish to exist.
Everyone is out to hurt me.
Because of who i am!

Oh cant you see!
You send my eyeliner running.
Tears of pain that never end.
Because of who i choose to be.

Only black can show,
The darkness of my soul.
There is no light in my empty being.
Because of what ive done.

So you may hate me!
And you know what is right for you.
Im all alone in this petty world.
All because im Goth

I can see through that cloak of yours
So beautiful and elegant to the eyes
Your a perfect black rose
Each petal unique in form
Be careful to touch you; you still can drawl blood
Your stem is as ridged as your soul
You stand firm, you will never bend
Your roots dug deep to hell
Deeper than any nails in my back
You will never be pulled from where you stand
Engulfing every bit of earth in which it bleeds

Do I pick you?
So I can have you, or let you go?
If I pull you, you are sure to die
If I let you go, I can admire you everyday, and
Have you forever
Enjoying your beauty;
Your grace
Your uniqueness of the black rose

I will sacrifice my want for your beauty
For I far need you more
What of winter?
Can't you take the bitter cold?

So cold you are all ready
You will live and strongly where you stand
A naked stem you might be, but
So full of a soul

I will still visit you through the snow
As you peak from time to time
I will wait for you through this frozen hell
Only to enjoy the coldness of your sun

I'm glad I didn't pull you from where you stood
I would never change you, and
Love you just the way you are.
Dark...