There was a brief period where I pretended to be a goth kid. So the next few poems are me being a whiny, gothic bitch.
Blackness
All around me is a whirling torrent
I succumb to the chaotic maelstrom
Light is but a myth
Forevermore shall I dwell in the abyss
Sunday, May 15, 2005
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