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Creep in a Gothic Society

A table with books of poetry for sale.

You reaped your life out from the dungeons of hell,

You cast the shadows long before me.

A tiny embraceable you is what I've not see,

The darkness in the grungiest place ever.

A mortal hole you creep in the night,

A poetic freedom cast the spells.

Forever daunting into a hallowing grave,

A distant fever felt.

You crept up from the misery of life,

Not knowing what more is coming into the day.

For shadows have cobwebs attached to them here,

I know not of what is trenching in my path.

I can see you sticking bullets into me,

I can feel the seeping blood through my veins.

The darkness prevails ever so deeply within,

Alone in the depths of the hands of the Gothic Society.


  • Author: Marianne Trox
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