Popular Gothic Poems

The quo of insomnia haunting memories of lost souls
of insanity's melody echoing the howling winds choir  
dripping the embryos of gothic chore, reaching the
shoals of the living dead's chaos that run down the
spine of the silence aligned in a caravan with a
taste of a thousand orgasms oozing from the plums
hunting memories of decaying lost souls
   

In moonlit halls where shadows weep
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone

He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash

The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory

Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...

In his mind, portmanteau
a colder road than silhouette
once ecstasy now a stone
onto a different street