Ode to Gothic Poetry Ode to Gothic Poetry by Random IrrelevantI'm so sad, so angry - oh woe is me!I think I'll write some gothic poetryI will never have my handicapped soul's desyreMy brain is like a starving vampyreWasting away, waiting to expyreMy bile it burns like a dark raging fyreMy aching lungs are filled with the fumes of a burning tyreMy tongue is dryBut still I cryWhy god whyAm I doomed to beSo full of angstFor all eternity?Oh well I think I'll listen to this Marilyn Manson cdOr possibly blast Insane Clown PosseeeOh yeah, and I laugh because it is you that I pity!
Sta.sh
