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Quietly distantly thought becomes word
Word becomes deed in the beat of a heart
Speak without speaking - a dangerous art
Patterns of poison the visions I heard
And as my blood fills the offering bowl
Stitches of black see me patching this hole
Sweet is your voice through this collapse of mine
Pulling me further than I wish to fall
Beg me for wickedness - I break it all
Dark, though like witch-lights your eyes may still shine
Old are the spells I cut into your skin
Open the gate to drag me further in
Once will the flower-wound lamb meet the blade
Harvest or knowledge or rain cost it dear
Thousandfold I do the same without fear
Wish on an iron star sorrow to fade
Break my skin open and will it to heal
Daylight may falter but shadows stay real
Word becomes deed in the beat of a heart
Speak without speaking - a dangerous art
Patterns of poison the visions I heard
And as my blood fills the offering bowl
Stitches of black see me patching this hole
Sweet is your voice through this collapse of mine
Pulling me further than I wish to fall
Beg me for wickedness - I break it all
Dark, though like witch-lights your eyes may still shine
Old are the spells I cut into your skin
Open the gate to drag me further in
Once will the flower-wound lamb meet the blade
Harvest or knowledge or rain cost it dear
Thousandfold I do the same without fear
Wish on an iron star sorrow to fade
Break my skin open and will it to heal
Daylight may falter but shadows stay real
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Because I needed to write at least one bad goth poem.
This was written by candlelight in my room with my black cat sitting next to me, naturally.
...my black cat who kept trying to catch the pen and messed up the paper...
This was written by candlelight in my room with my black cat sitting next to me, naturally.
...my black cat who kept trying to catch the pen and messed up the paper...
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