goth poem
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, entwined are we.
the emotion for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
crushed by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must surely perish.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you not understand?
demons surround us, crying,
sanctuary.
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Alpha Mephistopheles
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