Unleash your inner goth and express the ineffable pain of being (etc.)

[Azimuth]

The Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator (http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/created.html)

Dark Betrayal


Around, all around, the furies gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my heart.
It wounds me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the barren land.
In unholy terror I call your name
while Hell takes my hand.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon howling eyes.

This is your love

http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q258/azimuth666/emos/goth.gif

[wisp]

The Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator (http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/created.html)

Dark Betrayal


Around, all around, the furies gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my heart.
It wounds me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the barren land.
In unholy terror I call your name
while Hell takes my hand.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon howling eyes.

This is your love

http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q258/azimuth666/emos/goth.gif

your poem is so beautiful, i love it..even though it is a joke :)

[Ruandre]

Untitled

the night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we.
the salvation for which you pray
flares once, then dies,
swallowed by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must surely perish.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you not understand?
shadows surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.

http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/330/4/b/EMO_by_mangapunksai.jpg

[ShellShok]

Remembrance of My Death

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my neck.
It crushes me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In agony I cry out
while oblivion surrounds me.
Now alone, my blood falls upon dead eyes.

This is my salvation.

XD

[PerVert NexT Door]

Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always fearful, always in prayer,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened soul.

Blood on an angel's face.

I raise my head, now crying out for
this aloof reality.

And for those gothic kids
http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb76/Perverted83/CrayolaEmo.jpg

[DaBaish]

Aaaaaaaagh! Goths! Save me! They'll brig down their despair unto my cheery body made of light, hope and wonder!

[Garson007]

My Heart

what have you done?
a shadow of pain as thoughts creep.
once we drank of innocence,
hand in hand and wide-eyed,
but your thirst soured.
a clouded pool of darkness -
memories follow bone, follow pain,
love burnt to ashes.
in a torrent of bitterness,
i still love you.

[Azimuth]

Nobody has beaten my 'howling eyes' metaphor.

[Chippit]

Consumed

What have you wrought?
A haze of darkness as memories writhe.
Once we experienced innocence,
Childlike and virginal,
But your love vanished.
A vengeful vision of agony -
Memories follow hate, follow pain,
Love consumed.
In a burst of bitterness,
I condemn you.

[brazed]

untitled


what have you wrought?
a smothering indistinctness of betrayal as affections diminish.
once we savored innocence,
virginal and wide-eyed,
but your thirst perished.
a clouded throng of agony -
drops of blood follow bitterness, follow bone,
love condemned.
in a rush of righteousness,
i hate you.



bwuhahahahahahahahahaha!

[Boggle24]

I am terribad at poems even if they are premade.

---Olol---
what have you done?
a miasma of chaos as perceptions writhe.
once we savored innocence,
virginal and untainted,
but your thirst perished.
a painful pool of bitterness -
emotions follow bone, follow pain,
love bled dry.
in a torrent of tears,
i still love you.


Becusae emos can love too ;_;

[dammit]

death deserved


what have you ruined?
a shadow of betrayal as memories bleed.
once we drank of paradise,
untainted and innocent,
but your love paled.
a deadened vision of bitterness -
tears follow pain, follow darkness,
love bled dry.
in a haze of hate,
i still love you.

[cYn]

Tsk, more applicable to crusty and mopey, trad goths or emos(who just want to be mopey goths but don't want to be called goths). These types tend to revel in crap poetry and self mutilation. With poetry that crap, self mutilation is required.

[FoX]

Alone in Darkness


the night falls as if slain by the sun, soulless are we.
the emotion for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
swallowed by the abyss.
all hope must sicken and die.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you do this?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we are fallen.

[Magon]

My Poem on Sadness

Oh Dungeon Keeper 3
Where art thou