some type of innate darkness

Lament on the Cement
Ingenuity of the collapsed stars pushed the generation forward.
When they looked up it was raining with every energy and light.
The light of any type
Soft, sharp, electric, universal. Beyond the forefront,
Each star fell upon the field of their vision.
A collapsed warrior bared his own chains to his shallow grave.
The hyenas of the night are always hungry but it is just their will
To survive like anyone else.

night of gothic proportionz

This Is The Affliction

Sitting in the dark in his chair by the window
Looking out onto the street
How many ways could he be more honest about his feelings?
On her drive she listened closely and felt exactly what it was
He had an has been saying
Wondering…
Who is it that he waits for
Does his loneliness overtake him instead of drive him at times?
This Is The Affliction.
On his plane soo high
Well he sat all the more patiently,
Pressed his fingers to the window pane
The velvet and wooden chair was showing more than signs of wear
It was becoming him
And every white car that went by
Made the fibers fuse together more vehemently.

i goth of you

GARDNER AT THE HUNTINGTON
sliver of light
upon a corner of the cheek it was his plant
and he was about to water it
but the irrigation system was down
these dessert plants need water too
even when the garden is under film schedule
hot and new imported water from the west bank
will do the trick
uh-hu
and some sand for healthy proportion
now, there
is health that can grow

gOtH cYrUs iN tHe UsA

excited about you all over again

in the warm night a stuffy place felt made for going home
pushing out into the cold breezy air walking to the car almost falling down
giddily, sadly, sweatily
sulked deeply once inside, putting key into ignition and knowing
the time for lying to oneself was over
but the time for a new approach was simple
chocking with disbelief once inside
looked at the cell phone
saw the light flash:
ONE NEW MESSAGE
well that feeling was back in the stomach
in the guts
in the throat
in the scratches and under the fingernails
goodnight but not wanting to go
sleeping, sleeping at home
looking for the new tomorrow

goTh SkElEtOn

their razor sharp tounges invite to relax
as they slip the skin on your eyelids back
invasive spectators get into the act with...
-rozz williams

dancing little gothic girls

heart
shut those bitches up
he said she cant listen to joy division
he rather hear squawking and moaning girls singing about imaginary men
instead of isolated tones from a dead man
she rather have 100 Grand instead
or Transmission, Digital, Disorder
anything but Heart


live inside a knifE

ALLLLL 444 YOOUUUU

like falling asleep in a club