Gloomy Days...
It is upon gloomy days such as today that I am called by the darquest forces of my black creativity to write. I wish to dedicate this poem of unparallelled angst to my BBG (Blonde Bitch God) Draco Malfoy. Simply unparallelled.
In the darkness I sit
looking upon the loneliness of my despair
the ravens cry out
My sadness is eternal.
The angst screeches within me
to be let upon the world, but through
my continued oppressed state in darkest life,
it sounds not as the banshee of my heart
but only as the unoiled gates we live behind.
The rain pours from my soul like oil-slicked
tar from the world
feeding desolation and the desire to rip
my soul out and hand it to those who
need it more than i. (gryffindor shits, are you reading this?)
Cream eyeliner doesn't run
but when i love you
alone without you,
even it should run screaming from the light that sets
my decaying heart on fire.
My darkest heart races as the drugs
of desire course through my veins.
How I want to be near you
How my desolation drives me away from you.
I sit alone in a dark room.
I would hope you liked my poem, but it matters not to me. I care what none of you peons think as you trample through my world. Black roses from my heart,
Your Mistress,
Pansy
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In the darkness I sit
looking upon the loneliness of my despair
the ravens cry out
My sadness is eternal.
The angst screeches within me
to be let upon the world, but through
my continued oppressed state in darkest life,
it sounds not as the banshee of my heart
but only as the unoiled gates we live behind.
The rain pours from my soul like oil-slicked
tar from the world
feeding desolation and the desire to rip
my soul out and hand it to those who
need it more than i. (gryffindor shits, are you reading this?)
Cream eyeliner doesn't run
but when i love you
alone without you,
even it should run screaming from the light that sets
my decaying heart on fire.
My darkest heart races as the drugs
of desire course through my veins.
How I want to be near you
How my desolation drives me away from you.
I sit alone in a dark room.
I would hope you liked my poem, but it matters not to me. I care what none of you peons think as you trample through my world. Black roses from my heart,
Your Mistress,
Pansy
p.s. I need webhosting that can take a "GothWhoreCams" portal and can support those perfect little dripping-red-blood divider lines. Any help, anyone?