Scattered thoughts,
unspoken words,
your ears have bled
your eyes have formed cobwebs.
The growing poison seeps through
your mouth carrying
the sweet nectar of death.
Your lips blood-red,
a treat for the naked eye.
The vulnerable one
that yields unto you
scattered dreams
with false pleasure.
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Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems
PoetryThese are poems that I originally wrote several years ago as a teenager. It reflects a love of all things dark. I have edited & revised them for publication. This is 26 poems from a larger collection (72 poems) I've published to share with anyone th...
