I created this poem. I think it reflects this week for me pretty well.
I am swimming in my own despair
my dark soul cries out but no one listens
the beginning of the end
i am lost and cast away from society
there is no life for me, only death
the clock is made of blood
intoxicated with blood
my head is like trent’s it is a hole
i will show the world one day
Of course, by “created”, I mean “clicked a link on a Bad Goth Poetry Generator”. (I linked it above, in case you missed it.) For a much cooler kind of thing, check out this video from the group Hellsongs covering “Paranoid”. I doubt you’ve ever heard it sung like this.