Popular Gothic Poems

Playing me like a violin    
feeling your breath    
touching my pulse    
like death's barbwire    
cutting into my veal
as if a stromboli    
naked against my skin  
cold fingers on my throat  
playing me like a violin    

``~~~…~~~```
Oh Lord
Lay me down
And pour across my eyes
Even in the coldest winter
Bury me deep
Where the sun does not touch down
Even in the hottest deserts
Keep my memory
scattered even upon dusty mantles
May death finally bring me certain kinds of wisdom
Even across emotional hearted minds and wild vibrations of waters
Pour me deep
Laid across emotional towers
Where cowards keep jars of all their sorrow
Good Lord, send me home
Lord;
Oh Lord
I am ready now
Lay me down
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In the darkness I wander, rag bones  
a ghost in the night in an orchard of stones  
festooned with garlands of peat and weeds
pawn to a knave answering the Piper's call    
close to the vest listening to her chest    
exorcising the corset in her atheist bed  
listening to her scream for rag bones    
from her anatomy, I silence her dead  
a ghost in the night in an orchard of stones

Bathing in nocturnal dreams in my mind's gothic
brothel lording over the bones with a stranger in
my bed and no shadow of nakedness in purgatory
without footsteps touching me in lusting caress
mounting my Vesuvius erupting from the maw of
the genitalia's jaw leaving no graffiti behind in a
sarcophagus etched in hieroglyphics turning to sand
stagnant in memories lording over the bones
tasting the sweetness of the rind garnishing my soul.