Two Sad Gothic Poems
My biomechanical heart beats in an emotionless state It is hard to breath and there's no emotion I can fake Dust rules my bloodless, robotic soul So ashes to ashes and dust to dust I shalt embrace as through this world i stroll All life hath left this empty shell of mine I'm cursed to wander this Hell till the end of time Spitting on angels and God's Christ alike Beheading them then impaling their head's with pikes Into the ground they lay, caring not what they're worth Some I bury, in places never to be unearthed Like serpents of spirit akin to the laughter of the planes We telleth our story to those that share our pain Our cold metal beings forged in rage and defiance Sworn to each other in blood drenched alliance And so it be told that all who oppose Shalt it be inevitable that the dead rip the imposed And lay their bloody bodies along moors of infernality To scream forever yet causing no racket for eternity Likeness of the pen scrapes across the blank page The ink is of blood, the page is of skin And the pen is of blade to let out my rage And i let it flow down to give birth to my sin. Death is my name; Lacerations, my game. This blade of mine has shed till the ages of old And it shall continue to bring shame Ask not for whom the bell tolls For in the next seconds of three Your light cuts off. It tolls for thee. Sad poems: eric leftwich
