Sad Gothic Poems: Golden Shoes & Diamonds Too
I lost my way, far away from home. My shoes I made from the gold I never owned. Still I walked like the righteous man, alone? All alone in shoes with no soles. The bottoms of my feet just blood and bones. And where I have gone? To some carnival of shame, where fires burn away every letter of your name. I look back and all I can see are golden footprints upon the ruination of every thing that ever spoke of me. My diamonds in hand, within a pill bottle they rattle. Marching away towards nothing that matters. I shine and I glitter, all the way to Hell, where my end will be bitter, under this spell. Sad poems by: Gerard Haughey
