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
   

Breathless self of obsession between chaos
and satisfaction arousing senses over
coming the fears, warming pearls slipping
naked into bed feeling the burn of obsession
and the silence of the wings caressing my
thighs, becoming the hunter      

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