Goth-Off Poetry: Page 2


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careless of consequence i fling my battered and beaten soul
over the cliffs of merciless memories
emptied of all life, all hope,
the aftershock of vampiric intrusion
i am left an unwilling witness to the cruelties of the heart
the very fiber of my being shriveled and withered
like a lone frozen rose in the winter
i condemn thee, guardians of superficial plasticity
peddlers of cheapened broken dreams