This week…

I created this poem. I think it reflects this week for me pretty well.

Goth AngelBloodTears

I am swimming in my own despair
dripping
trembling
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
endless fear

-Lord DarkSoul

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.

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